Written at 10.48pm in Centrepoint Macdonalds.

Of a mind that burns
Of wheels that do not turn
Of thoughts that froze
Of lines that do not flow
A bundle of ideas which
Like a ball of twine
Intertwines.
Jumbled up in its chaotic mess.
An unceasing flame balled up
Concealed in a mass
Yet to be pawed at
Yet to be deciphered
Yet to be cleared and written down.
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Music that jarred my thoughts, adding grit to the wheels of my mind.

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Can't stand people who blame everything on other people but don't take a look at themselves and realize that the problem lies in them. Grrrr.