Fracturing my mind, stress dutifully does it's job taunting and harassing me every day, giving no rest for my weary mind.
Thoughts gather tiredly, jumbled out of bed, in disarray, foraging for some sort of pattern to follow.
Nothing comes to view as they careen down avenues of puzzled mazes.
Daintily stepping off of sidewalks in life, ideas gingerly pop in and out, trying to rearrange and set alternate routes to straighten out morning processes of thoughts.
Weakly holding on as the bus of creativeness charges in, using a lot of imagination to challenge the day's crossword puzzle of logic and daily routine.
Watching idleness of play with jealous envy, stifled in the heat of reality.
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