Fragmented

Random, random are my thought's.
Speeding out of me in second's flat.
Ramble, ramble, I keep on frantically
Saying things to myself, sometimes in my
Head. Sometimes not.
It's like chasing an idea and getting in
Then in a split second it gone.
But doing that over and over.
Sometimes your able to stop it but
It feels normal to do it.
Trying to slow things down.
Sitting in a chair, by the windows
In my sunroom, with the sun shining
Down on me.
I feel the slow warmth and the embrace
Of light.
It dulls and subdues the speed demon in me.
Till the next time.

April 27/13

Location:Wentworth St,Winnipeg,Canada