Overwhelmed

It’s late, too late, but she has to write it all down before she forgets.

The words are passing through her mind so quickly, she can’t keep up.

They’re like images, coming into view, and then fading too quickly. There’s no time to commit them to memory.

She remembers a poem she once heard, but she can’t quite piece it together. It begins to blend with the rest of the words in her mind, twisting and turning until they start to form something else, something entirely of their own.

She writes, writes it all down before she loses it, but she doesn’t really understand what it is she is writing, only that she must write it down before it falls back into the dark recesses or her mind.

It’s almost like being upside down. The blood rushes to your head and you try to put the world in order, but it takes your mind longer because everything is reversed. This is what she must do with the words, try to put them back in order.

Order is the wrong word, so clean cut and proper. It does not belong here, but she sees it and therefore she writes it down. She much prefers Chaotic and Erratic, but those aren’t the words that are calling to her tonight.

Night, darkness, memory, imagine, creation, dream, wake, sleep, beautiful, destruction, denial, passion, instruction, believe, achieve, reunite, excite, caress, silence, laughter, tears, medication, love, hate, relations, up, down, left, right, wrong, serious, nonsense, calm, peace, night, darkness.

Some of it doesn’t even make sense, but she writes the words down in hope that with morning and the suns arrival she will experience the moment when it all falls into place, and a common union between the words and ideas will start to build into something stronger, something bigger.

Right now, she needs to let sleep take her, the words are still coming, faster and more numerous, but they will have to wait until tomorrow night, when her mind can start afresh.