They pour, they torment, they provoke, they accuse, they stoke feelings of anger, guilt, hatred, redemption, revenge. They are a cauldron of emotions, sometimes I wish there was not a single thought in my mind.
Mind...another dangerous device. If I were to personify 'mind', it would be a huge, devouring, all knowing, ever conflicting, domineering, bulky Giant. The Giant who has incredible strength and power.
The Giant, however hums
" What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendour in the grass
of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind" - William Wordsworth
And becomes that speck of grass.
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