In the midday of summer,
Lying silently on my bed,
The walls, the ceiling, closing in,
Ready to crumble over my head,
I thought I was dreaming,
And closed my eyes hard,
To find myself drowning,
Into the depths but barely scarred,
Eyes are silent but mind is too loud,
Tumbling and twisting side to side,
A few breaths and I’m standing upright,
In the middle of a street endlessly wide,
Honking, knocking, rattling, screeching,
I’m engulfed by the cacophony,
Of all the chaos inside my head,
Tired of all this monotony,
It’s time to silent the noises,
Wake up from this lucid dream,
I closed my eyes only to find myself,
In my bed with a deafening scream.
My Mind's Journal 