Mind's I

Is that who we are?

As the mind gets crazy, it eventually droops into a state of madness. At times, there can be no recovery.

It's not always that the body dies. But the mind, the person we are, can cease to exist as well.

The strange outcome of madness, Is just as predictable as the path of a lightning. You may see it as it descends. But, until a while, you…

Our psyches are like walls with paintings full of imagination. They can only be observed by a few.

A poem of inspiration, hope and courage encouraging one to fight their mental pain and come out, victorious.

The end of unrest, of insomnia and dissociation, can be such a bliss, yet reaching there can be so painstaking.

Talks about subconscious revisiting the memories that it had organized and repressed.

The pain experienced through anxiety, repression, dissociation leading to insomnia and other neurological issues.