I Am Effortless Thought

I maintain myself slightly under the surface so I can pretend I am there... if I must

Sometimes I get consumed by it all

The pre-planned life, distraction, and suttle surface things so that when I fall flat on the the bottom of the pit 

I thrive and my whole body shuts down

Reality hits me and consumes my every thought when this whole time I was hiding from it

Scared to be alone with my thoughts

Terrorized by my attraction to capturing what's real and morphing it into something grotesque

I am an effortless overflow of heart wretching thought