Happy is my heart, my soul, my mind;
the mind is such a powerful tool.
crashing against the ocean’s shore;
the mind—giving no warning—can crush your soul.
Powerful enough to make you feel as though you can’t be stopped;
at the same time, the mind can keep you
stranded. . .
motionless. . .afraid.
This, sadly, is the state my mind has me in:
the more I think,
the tighter its grip on me,
pulling me into darkness.
It’s an ironic thing, the mind:
knowing it’s the only element which can free me from the depths it put me in.
I will break free, though—and soon!
My love is on the other side.
I won’t keep her waiting.
I come my love.