My brain has been keeping me up at night.

Racing

Racing

Racing

The only time I stop on a thought is when my brain chooses to

OBSESS over one.

And I mean OBSESS.

The thoughts are overwhelming.

Flying every which way like birds scattering.

Running horizontally like a marque sing,

Bright neon colors.

Flashing through the background like fireworks.

Screaming over a loudspeaker.

Whispering.

Taunting.

Shoving the words into my head until I want to crack it open.

I want to crack it open.