To think that I'm not thinking right. Going through hurdles that might weigh me down. Having the thoughts of some hell of commitment that I'm going to commit. Gushing water reminds me of how the world has been crying for me. Loud. If I lose this battle. With the unseen enemy. That is my inner self. The one I've been talking to. The one person that will weigh me down. Way down. As if I'm being teased and battered and caressed by my own thoughts. Sipping and simmering in the depth of my mind. Sometimes overflowing and making itself noticeable. But worry not. It makes sense now. Crystal clear. Pellucid. So this is my journey. There are times when the roads are straight. Sometimes twisting, curving and meandering. There are ups and downs and potholes. Some delightful surprises. Some amusing discoveries. But they are still there. Waiting for me.
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