I feel so sad

The wind blows

It grabs me by my hair

But not my mind

My mind is stuck

Yet it urges to let go

So I rip off a part of it

And toss it out into the air

The wind takes it with it

And I look closely at every thought

Analyzing it into bits and parts

Like a chewing gum spit out

Like a piece of lemon candy

To sour

I hate the state that I'm in

I hate the wind

For taking away my treasured thoughts

Leaving me all afraid

Of the emptiness

The silence

Where black holes

Threatens to swallow me

My hands are shaking

flickering jellybeans in an antique glass bowl

Will it break

When it hits the floor?