I can't think too hard about it
The deaths.
The loss.
My heartache.
When I do, I lose my breath.
My mind.
A piece of me leaves with no reason to return.
I can't think too hard about it.
The loss.
Or I'll get lost- and be lost.
I'll wander in my own mind.
Distracted on the outside.
I can't think too hard about it,
but I can't stop.
Searching outside the box for a deeper purpose of the loss.
What a whirlwind daze that leaves me lost and drowned within my own thoughts.
I can't think too hard about it.
But I can't stop.
