losing mind

when it thought it would regain itself back, it seems to be further spiraling down limbo.

a clutter of ideas in its head
darting from here to there
a hodgepodge of handwritten notes
arrowing towards a circular nowhere.

when it thought writing will spur... it found a formidable wall of cluttered thoughts.

if only moonshine were around
(and tilt my sober imbalance to a focused flow.)