There is a swamp radiating the inner workings of my mind, the more I let them in the more they are trapped within it.
The thoughts they come and they go as they please , as if they are the relatives of my mind and this small swamp attracts them like bee. Once they are trapped , they are stuck forever..yes half of them are forgotten oftentimes but few of them have a permanent home there. These few are most crucial ones , gnawing at my soul, my innermost consciousness and my mind.. constantly trying to get out of this swamp, never giving in like how us human keep struggling to keep a dream alive. Gurgling , taking in the bleakness and still trying to get out . The more they try the more I squash them towards that swamp, where they won't be able to breathe in my conscience.. won't be able to exist and lay forgotten. Swamp in my mind is a way to escape the rougish thoughts, those who are rebellious enough, those who wants to fight for their place within my mind. Wish
That swamp will turn into a lake, where dreams won't drown.
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