Kassey's Dreams

5 days ago | medium.com | Kassey's Dreams |Realities Ink |Scott Ninneman

There are days when my mind is a crowded theater,voices in the cheap seats heckling,shouting lines I never wrote. They tell me secrets about myselfthat nobody else can hear-sometimes cruel, sometimes clever,sometimes so convincingI almost believe them. I live on a seesaw,tipping between lightning and thunder,my heart racing ahead of my body,my thoughts a kaleidoscope-brilliant, fractured,then suddenly,the colors drain and I am leftin the gray static of exhaustion.