This is what happens

Boredom eats away at me. I need to keep my mind and hands busy. I have to be forever moving. When I slow down to catch my breath, darkness begins to creep. It’s tendrils slowly climbing up my limbs. It may feel me with passion but at what expense?
My thoughts begin to twirl and swirl; moving faster with each memory. So I begin to write so I can set them free. Sometimes I wonder how they came to be. When I put my thoughts into words they are never tame. They come to me like a well fed flame. They flitter and dance so fast I can barely get them out and the ones I don’t ,dance around and around like ballroom ghosts. -Ashley Mae