Scrambled thinking.
Eyes closed.
Wild, tangled, incoherent images.
Stop.
Breathe.
Drunk? Drugged? No.
Cannot hold a thought.
Careering round, here, there.
Spinning.
Breathe.
Chattering.
Snippets slicing.
Flashes ricocheting.
Lights.
Eyes closed.
Sleep.

Ah, the curse of the chaotic mind! I know from personal experience the havoc it wreaks.
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Yes! I thought it might resonate with somebody out there.
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