It's always a storm for me. It's never calm.
Its anything but.
Every moment of everyday, either a strange thought or a heartening thought or a strange theory.
There is never calm.
I will always say nothing is wrong, but it's a me problem so who could help?
Even if someone made a valid attempt, how can you help me unravel my brain?
How can you help me separate a strange thought from a strange theory?
How can you help me, with my heartening and disheartening thoughts?
Tell me how?
Inside. There is more.
Inside. There is nothing but jagged puzzles.
Inside. There is me and so much more me.
And even more me.
Inside. Everything is in my soul.
About the Creator
Jaqueline Grenier
I always felt like there were colours all around my head, I needed a way to put them down into paper. Brain going 1000 mi per second, I can put down my thoughts with ease. With several books on the horizon, my future seems bright again.
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