I pace back and forth. Thoughts flood my mind,
ideas come at me, eating away my sanity.
I scream and fall to the floor. My head
still spinning, I try to focus, but I can't. So I write.
The thoughts become clear. Stories, from where they come,
I do not know. The characters become real, I immerse
myself in the plot. I'm am not the writer, I am a
I have truly gone mad, but I am at peace in my fantasy realm.
And now, the thoughts don't eat away at my
sanity any more, for I have none.