Gone Mental

And so it was, he lay alone in his thoughts. Rambling back and forth, swaying side to side, spinning in circles. A reaction not from drugs, but from confusion within his affection. Nothing louder than the silence in his mind that crashes like waves in the sea. Nothing more cruel than the words inside. Only that it is, the words come from a voice that is his very own. He knows very well what he wants, but knows nothing of what is needed. He cannot begin to comprehend the situation he has put himself in. If only he had not given in so quickly to his desires, she would not fill every crevice of his thoughts and dreams. But dreams they shall remain, never to come to fruition.