daze for days

Daze for days, at the back of the mind hyperspeed train of thoughts like water at the mercy of gravity, on the dark stone wall of my mind is projected a constellation condensed in such a way that I mistake it for white noise on a television screen; hard to get around the impression of imprisonment, claustrophobic by virtual circumstance. But lessons from years of this mind bug has taught me to take it as a world of its own, lofty and beyond me. All above are floating gloating thoughts and impressions and fears (fears are but thoughts, as aspirations also are) and unlike the luck of most, these are entities plucked from each precious second (courtesy of my hyper-sensitivity to nuances and uninhibited introspection - taking a step back to see the big picture and then deconstructing it - you know how that ends (it never does, seems like)) and they operate me in excess, unwarranted and relentless. No mercy from this dense constellation of mental debris, and what a frail heart I have! always keeping on though. When it is the time of day for bad chemicals of the mind, what saves me is the transfer of thought to tangible, they are no longer above and in me but separate from and prone to my direction. At the end of it all though, I owe the most to a muse who by sheer miracle, exists in the same time-space as I do, albeit our tricky circumstance with the need for more time to afford as little space between us as possible. This is the axis of our circumstance. I am not worthy but I try.