An Idle Mind

I cannot choose the days or moments it flows, or what form it takes.

The mind is full and it’s pointless to try to silence it,

so I pick up a pen and open my head

to reveal my alternate self

before it balloons into

a demonic gargantuan, a succubus of serenity.

Emotions become images

Become colors

Become sounds

Become music.

The mirror of the alternate self

Reveals what could be,

What will be,

What can’t be,

What should be,

But I can’t tell them apart

until I set them free.

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