I am running from my thoughts again. My mind is chasing me wherever I go. If you asked me a month ago to sit in a silent and dark room with nothing but my mind I would have jumped at the chance. I used to be fascinated with being able to pick my brain and understand myself. Why have I let myself go again? I guess you could say I was finally so relaxed knowing I found my sanity I assumed I didn't need to keep chasing it. But here I am in search of it... yet again. Why is it so hard to pick up the piece. I am driving myself insane.