Thoughts find their way into my brain. Constantly moving always hiking, always running in a race try to just catch up with me and reality.

Always thinking always wondering always curious never stoping. Thinking of possibilities journeys, memories dreams, nightmares, anything they just never seem to end.

I feel like wolfgang and how music was always following him he would always have a song in his head always driving him crazy...well I always have thoughts filled with knowledge.—Terra

Music plays before my mind chooses to sleep

Two lines on repeat of Bruckner's 8th

Translated to a beat of an old Green Day song

American Idiot against Cello is not satisfactory to the ear

But that is what keeps me up

A remix of orchestral tunes and rock and roll symphonies

The whispering voices in the depths of my mind that say I'll never be good enough. The looming expectations I have for myself, based on the impossible standards set by the media. The harsh words that are fired from my own subconscious. The ocean of self-doubt that I drown in every night,

sinking deeper into the darkness with every breath. Sleep is my only release from these voices in my head, but every night is a battle to escape to it.

Sometimes I'm accused of over thinking things, of analysing every glance, every casual remark and storing it in my brain, so that when the day ends I can shower, crawl into bed, and recall the day's events.

I pore over things in an endless search for odd nuances that might signify a deeper more complex meaning to the off hand remarks people make to me while I'm awake.

I am obsessed with fine detail and the minutiae of everyday life.

Maybe in an earlier life I was an architect or construction engineer, because I have no idea why I am so besotted with fine detail, almost to the molecular level.

Thoughts keep me up at night,

they linger in my mind.

I try to push them away,

And the end result is never what I wanted. They come pounding and screaming even louder than before.

If you tell them to leave, and let you sleep, they get mad and just play on repeat . It's a never ending cycle , and I stay awake for hours. They finally get tired , after torturing me all night. Once they see I can hardly hold on any longer, they slowly disappear into nothing , and I'll awake the next morning have forgotten all about it, and then the next night will come around .. And thoughts will overcrowd me.