Pressure persists in my mind. Filling all the areas of the quiet streams with rushing, circular whirlpools. Circling around and around, overflowing into each thought in my head. The new thought causing an intensely emotional and unpredictable feeling. The information is processing at rapid speeds keeping me up all night.
Now morning is here. I can’t concentrate on this thing called sleep. I can;t focus on anything. I am tired and sick from the thought of being tired. Stimuli I gather is entering my brain-mind interface. Triggers are causing the rollercoaster in my brain to speed and de-rail with each turn. A faint static sound is buzzing in my right ear. The pulsating nerves in my eyeballs dances with the noise. Becoming more prominent. The busy morning rush hour has a distinct sound when my insomnia is in control. Tires make a sound of air echoing as they come to a quick stop at the corner outside my window.
Has my body become infected with toxins of worry?