Manic Thoughts

Sometimes I admit that I let my mind get away from me, maybe it comes from having a vivid imagination.  But I don’t know at points it becomes a bit to much. Thoughts pile on top of more thoughts it gets to a point where it becomes overwhelming.  But how does one shut their mind off?  That’s just it , you cant.  So you are forced to suffer the repercussions of having a mind that works overtime.  How long will it take? When will it happen? What should I do when it does happen? How should I handle the situation? How will I feel when I find out? My mind just wont stop, I don’t even think it stops in my sleep, my thoughts turn into dreams that haunt my every sleeping moment.  Nevertheless I shall prosper I shall manage to find some way to make it through my thoughts. I sometimes wish there was a switch that with the flick of the wrist I could soothe my overworked mind.  I let my thoughts pile onto the paper instead of just letting them build up.  But tell me how , just how is this supposed to calm my mind?  How is the mere act of writing my thought onto paper supposed to ease my mind? Now not only are the thoughts in my head but now on paper for me to see and reread.  it’s a never ending circle, maybe more like a tornado.  Why wasn’t I anchored down, so that I may have at least been a survivor of a turbulent mind.  Things change,  Life changes, People Change, nothing stays the same. It is the world we live in, nothing but reprocessed thought to move onto to the next act of your life. I don’t know just how long I can go through the tremors of my mind, I’m putting forth my best efforts to steadfast.  You cannot move a mountain, but yet one can be blown up.  No comfort in knowing the reality of situations.  So maybe I should hide inside my mind, a world where I can be me and happy, a world where judgmental people do not exist, I laugh to myself, yes that must definitely be a made up world.  That just doesn’t exist nowadays.  So what have I accomplished by jotting down on paper the thoughts that pressure my mind.  I now realize that I just may have a touch of insanity lurking somewhere.  Finding peace of mind is like climbing a muddy cliff in the rain.  Will I ever reach the top? Will I ever feel the sun shine on my face?   Darkness looms near, stretching over my mind as the clouds would cover a city during a tornado.  Is there not anywhere I can hide? Or should I face the darkness bravely as a warrior would in battle.  I am armed and ready to go into battle, no matter if I may be the victor does not matter.  What matters is that I had courage to bravely, go out into the storm ready to defend and reclaim my peace of mind.