This Paranoia

And as I sit here, Three in the morn. My mind as usual begins to wander. Over the days events, over the laughs then, over him. Over our conversations everything. Recently I wrote a comparison piece on the novel Catcher in the Rye and the movie Good Will Hunting. I enjoyed both pieces very much so. But as many of the reasons I could find that made the two pieces a like. I can find just as many in my conversations, everything.

I just need a peace of mind before my piece of mind is thrown out the window and I just go on a believing frenzy. Throw my cautions to the wind and allow the lightning to strike upon my heart. Does that sound good to everyone? I thought so.

I have nearly given up and I am ready to hang the noose of sanity and watch as my mind dangles from it's edges. Or should I leave it to suffer to remember. Everything...And then in that suffering eventually it is overloaded, doesn't know where to go from there. And then, Finally then it lets go of those final breaths and boom. Nothing, not a pulse, Not a breathe, Not a twitch, Nothing..Just...Peace.