Overwhelmed

Thoughts escape my mind.

They fly becoming raining pebbles.

I catch one.

I stretch to reach the other.

I run to save the other one just before it touches the ground.

I pull myself in all directions to hold them all.

They are all important.

I can't afford to lose them.

One fell, that other one too.

Soon enough, they are all on the ground.

Colourful broken little pieces that are no more.

An "almost" scenery right at the bottom of my feet,

I look at it, and I see nothing.

I can't put them back together.

My mind is all fog.

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