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My thoughts are

Disorganized, 

Shards of broken glass.

If I touch them, they will cut me, 

Blood spilling onto the floor, 

Tainting it, making it slick.

Or Perhaps rather

They are constantly shifting

Like a cloud in the sky

If I touch them, they pass

Through my fingers, out of reach

Where birds fly and wheel.

I close my eyes and reach blindly

Deep into the well of my mind,

Grasping desperately for sanity.

I surround myself.

Darkness explodes into color.

Notes flow past, 

Lifting, resonating

Pounding

Through my veins.

Thicker than blood,

Faster than clouds.

Spreading

Filling

As my soul flies.

Stronger than anger

More enduring than love

All the colors of the heart and mind

Fade in comparison.

Flaring white-hot spots of 

Brilliance, Blooming into 

Warmth, Cooling the mind, 

Easing pain and fatigue.

All the world is music.