Soliloquys

Sometimes I feel that I will drive myself into madness with the way I overthink and end up paralysed in an endless loop of a thought.

Recycling the same phrase our concept again and again in my mind.
Multiple possibilities, multiple outcomes; yet the idea remains stuck in that special purgatory that my mind has become.

I hate it.
It’s torture.
It hurts.
Make it stop.
My soul weeps.