She is destructive with her thoughts; she can’t control herself
anxiety. She wondered if her life was a dream somewhere to someone
and they hated the view
depressed. She coxes herself back down to reality, telling herself that
the mind is vivid in the unknown, it fancies images she can’t describe
better. She wanted to take a deep breath in, but she felt back into her darkness.
Mindful. She wondered what meaning did her mind fancy
Or if there was meaning to her mind at all.