anxious / dramatic / direction

i'm not trying to be dramatic

my brain is just filled with static

a constant buzz, hum drum

it can make it hard to

rest; some

times i think the thoughts are

slowing, turns out they're just

pausing

for dramatic effect

but i think i'm getting to a place,

where

thoughts are a little more

still, a

little more quiet

or maybe i'm learning to just

tune it all

out

now. either way, i know the quiet of the

night will

come, again, and thoughts will be just

as chaotic as the beginning of the world,

again, as numerous as the stars,

again, and, somehow i'll make it out,

 again.

i'm not trying to be dramatic

 my mind's just an addict

leaving me with all or nothing

and no direction as to where i am

going

it's hard not to use hyperbole when stuck in a

whirlpool

( or is it all exactly as it seems? )