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[Words to Image. An image that sparked one mess of a story. Hope you can follow.]

I think and it soars. My mind creates Kermothicans that fly above my head and bombard me with second thoughts. They are fury. They are relentless. I struggle to control them and pull them back, one by one, back into my thoughts, organizing them into something I can control ... but my efforts are always useless. They are fury and quick.

A simple thought gives life to countless possibilities and reasons for concern. Will the nays become reality? Must I fear them? Or do the yeas hold control? I never know. I am confused.

I sit, so I will not fall, and contemplate what the fury is attempting to tell me. Does it have a purpose for the chaos? Is it a means to guide me, providing choice, ushering in trial and error, or simply does not give a damn that I struggle within? Is it a careless drowning of mind and I am the one with thoughts choking out my lungs? Do others fight the same decisions? Am I lost or blessed? Variety or hell?

I don't know!

I sit, so I will not fall. My stance is always weak, always questioning. I overthink the very aspect of overthinking. My choices are loud, causing me deafness. But my vision is very sharp. This is why I can see my own flaw. I overthink. Or is it really a flaw?

I don't know!

Fly, little blurs of the mind. Combine and make some sense to me. Tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to know, what to think, what to choose, what to do.

(Heavy sigh)

Until then ... I will remain seated and optional. I will remain confused. I could change, but don't... and I don't know why.

[For you, the overthinker.]