There's not much time left
I can feel my sanity slowly slipping away once more
One day it will not return
I'm afraid
The peaceful quiet of the middle of the night soothes my broken mind
No voices, no tv's, no cars passing by
My thoughts are finally my own
It's like all of a sudden the flood gates are opened and it's all pouring out
No interruptions
Images swim to the surface and swirl around me like plastic candy wrappers in the wind
The words float endlessly in the air like pineapple scented bubbles.
The minutes tick by leaving me panicked
