Beautifully ill
With charm and flair
You capture
And disappear
There’s drama
There’s story
There’s envy
There’s worry
And always, your thoughts
Those never-ending thoughts
Cycling thoughts
It’s those thoughts that drive you to please and impress every stranger you meet
It’s those thoughts that drive you away, away, away, from those closest
It’s those thoughts that make you guard yourself against… against what?
Those thoughts
Attacking from within
How frightening it is to watch
And how frightening it must be for you
