SANITY

sanity;

Out of focus.

I guess that’s how people are.

I’ll run into traffic naked while screaming and never come back to my body or mind.

I fear that my thoughts are too powerful for my brain to correct itself.

I fear that these thoughts that take over are evil ones.

I’m terrified, I am.

Every single day.

Intrusive thoughts;

My identity is not defined by my thoughts.

Ideas are merely notions; I am an individual entity separate from them.

Although it's arduous to accept this truth,

"You are not your thoughts."

If I were, I'd vanish when they dissipate.

You possess awareness of your musings but do not embody them entirely.

You transcend them...