I can't keep with the natural world. My thoughts zip through a prism of emotions and above the comprehension of many individuals. I am always fire; always burning, ready to engulf. Everything inside swirl around like subtle wind or raging tornadoes.
Yet I am controlled. I am content. Contained. No longer afraid. Solitude.
Nobody gets to go inside.
I'm no longer a carnival ride.
9:44 a.m. - 2015-06-18
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