No Place to Exist

            No place is safe. There is no place that I can go where it will not wrap its long, gnarled fingers around my collar and drag me back to where my thoughts can spill. The ideas swarm and I tell myself that I can’t forget them, that I can stay out a little longer, but it doesn’t believe me. It says that I will not forget them. It pries open my mouth and reaches deep within me to pull out the thoughts and ideas that I can’t forget. It forces me to speak them, let them pour out into the air where I and it can hear them. Sometimes, it doesn’t like them, all of that work and it doesn’t like them. It will force my eyes shut, my mind to clear, and to begin building another world. Another world for it to destroy.