Churning

Beating, gradually increasing

Rapidly they speed through

Flying everywhere

Bouncing

Out of control

I can't remember when I was ever able to control them

Something new

Something more to worry about

Something new to add to the massive pile of flying furies.

My

Thoughts

They fly everywhere

I've never been able to control them

I want to...

I yearn to

Dying to be able to control the way I look at him

The lust?

The love?

Dying to control the voices that constantly beat in my mind

The reason I can't sleep at night

The reasons why my blades have crisp stains on them

What I would give to just have control.....

.......over myself