Mind

The creeping infestation of unwanted thought crawls from the back of my mind to my gaze. I push it back but that only makes more of them. They swirl inside of me scrambling in for my limited and short attention. It is a mixture of light and darkness, plus all the grey inbetween. The most existential questions and quandarys stay hidden only apearing in times of solem and lonely thought. They bother me.