its the way i feel

things become intense
my thoughts are uncontrollable
fears, anger, joy its all one
they grabs your insides and holds on
its not pain really
its not comfortable either
its just sort of there
unable to be named
inside the darkness
coming and going as it pleases

the wind it blows right into it
the sounds are louder
the world looks brighter and darker
the textures are harsher
the taste is stronger

its unbearable
you want to lay down
press your back on the ground
as though your spin has become one with the earth
allowing the clouds to fill your eyes
wishing never to have to carry on
its not pain really, its just hard