Are you ever at a loss for words? I spend most of my days locked inside my mind, and sometimes I can’t find the exit. It wont settle for second best. “Your not leaving until this is sorted.” It’s hard to find a train of thought when all your getting is mixed signals and a blinding light to throw you off course. People stir the pot. People sink their teeth in. I’m getting shaken side to side, and I’m a hollow void of thoughts lost in time. High expectations and the calm before the storm. I’m rattlin’ to the bones. I’m just hoping I catch a shimmering glimpse of prophecy in this snow globe that is my mind.