The Inner Workings of an Overworked Mind

  
When I am quiet, I am thinking. There is a loudness in my mind. A churning, a working, an invisible gathering in my mind that you cannot see. 

That is not obvious on the outside. 

The outside of calm, peace, serenity.

It seems as if I have it all together. That there are no waves in my ocean. No flies in my ointment. 

But I assure you that there are inner-workings going on inside that you cannot see. 

But they are there. 

They. 

Are. 

There. 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s