Dear Mind,

I love you when you wander into the brightest corners of my conscious but I despise when you fall into melancholy pits screaming untruth and immorality.

I adore your creativity and lustrous cheer, the times when you swim the deepest oceans and fly in rainbow skies. I hate when you cower in fear of the demons you must confront, those who will taunt me uncontrollably because you refuse to face them.

I swoon when you think about passion and how much promise life has to offer for a young girl such as my self yet I loath it when you tear me down and make me insecure. When you make me second guess my own ways as if they were as deranged as inanity.

I admire your lust for exploration, how you behold everyday as an adventure, looking for ‘what ifs’, the ‘why nots’ and the ‘could bes.’ I abhor the moments when you wander far away from me, too far away, into places you don’t belong among the forlorn, lost, broken pieces in the most unwelcoming expanses of my conscience.

And I respect when you think of all the good things but mostly it repulses me when you remember what you have lost.

. . . It practically breaks my heart