Mental Meandering

You set the pace. The battlefield is not defined, but inside your head exists a mental minefield. There never is a comfort level...the minute your there you up the pace,striding faster and faster until the chaos in your mind is matches your every step. Each stride forward releases another stream of consciousness and you toy with your thoughts as if they were tangible. You feel them in in your hands, mould them as you see fit and then discard them for the next. Like a weaver weaving intricate designs with multihued thread, armed with this continous mental outpouring you create this fragile fantasy world. Its only inside your head, but its been that way so long that you forget which world actually exists anymore. As fantasy and reality entwine its up to you to decide weather its going to be your nightmare or ecstasy. Either which way its entirely yours.