
As my thoughts have become vagrant.
I indubitably dread that it is the reminiscence of a scourge.
Wedging my regimented surge of credence.
Is it me? Or is it my conscience
That I censure my ignorance to be
The rationale for these vacillations.
The state of mind I attain when my mind thinks out loud,where I begin to pen down my life, my hormones, my moods, and my frustrations, either ending up on an even keel, without feeling so low that I don't want to function or so high that I can't get anything done for all the thoughts in my head.