FULL MOON MIND by Abby Jean

Apr 21 ’16

My mind.
A vast universe of contained matter.

Mr. Full Moon, what are you doing to me…

There’s no settle.
No rest.
Flickering thoughts transforming to feelings.
Feelings distraught from confusion.
Scattered.
Thoughts scattered.

My mind.
A vast universe of contained matter.

Positive vibrations debate with negative.
Who makes more sense.
Who has more logic.
Who has more meaning, more passion.
Who is more clever, more persistent.

Concentration is on the back burner.
Neglected.
Uncontrolled, unmaintained.
Spilling over, burning.
Smoke and ashes revel in the madness.

My mind.
A vast universe of contained matter.

Let it spin, I tell myself.
It’s relentless.
It’s not going to stop.
It’s higher than me, operating on its own time.
A rebel.

I’m merely an observer of my own self.
Water doesn’t flow when you dam it.
Resistance never proved more productive.
Let it be wild and free.
Release it to enjoy its own rhythm and rhyme.

My dear full moon mind.
You make me feel so alive.

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