Blue1971

LIGHTHOUSE Mysterious tower Quiet as a mouse Studying the horizon Brave beacons in a storm Standing tall Facing it all Standing proud Shouting loud Enduring the pounding of waves Many lives it saves

You know who? Did you know what? With you know whom? It happened you know where? And you know how? These stories can be long These stories can be wild They can be Hercules strong Or full of wonder like a child. Whispers riding on the wind A tickling of the ear A product of fear Promote cheer Spread fear They produce conundrums And distort facts Many times are Given out like Tic-tacs Rumors are tumors That need to be cut out.

I sit hypnotized by this blank white screen in front of me. Thoughts are swirling around in my head but somehow I am having a hard time grabbing on to any of them and holding them down. I try and try to translate what is in my mind to the screen in front of me. The ones that I kind of touch on seem stupid. The ones that I want to share elude my grasp. I am infested by a disease caked Introvert. For those that suffer from it this disease makes it difficult to socialize with others. Just like a volcano on the outside Introverts seem quiet and relaxed and serene. On the inside however many introverts are a raging fire of emotions and pressure. Once that pressure builds up to maximum capacity then there is a very real chance of explosive reactions.