My mind matters collapse.
A test of mind over matter.
If you dont mind it doesnt matter.
If it dont matter you wont mind.
Spirals loop inferior memorys.
Score settled among them.
Attic of dreams tucked away.
Only to be discovered & toyed with.
Pains & sorrows given new breath.
They shatter & collide with thoughts.
Tussle for a portion of control. Why?
When every memory is whisked.
Away.
Into the midst.
Swallowed in its own morals.
Over time, they dissolve.
They disintegrate into nothingness.
Gradually...
As seconds, minutes, hours.
Days, weeks, fortnights, months.
Years, decades power by.
& gradually...
The mind.
Matter.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Crumble, it all falls.