My Heavy Head

I just needed it. I needed to stare blankly at the wall for an hour or two and I needed to sit cross legged on the floor picking at my nail. I needed to clear my head to make room for the thoughts that wander in and out carelessly from one ear to the other. And yes, if you must know. Yes, I was perfectly happy to just sit there empty. Until he walked in.

He didn't just walk, he strode like a pompous fool directly to the center of my thoughts. And what did he do when he got there? He laughed. He mocked every ridiculous notion I had and shamed them away into the dark recesses of my brain till there was only him.

My pulse quickened and my temples throbbed as

he started to consume my mind. Taking my brain apart bit by bit, chewing the pieces to a bloody pulp and letting the remains rot in his stomach. And with each morsel I could feel him grow until his body sat cramped within the confines of my skull.

My head is heavy now. It's hard to lift it with such a large man living inside. He feeds off my thoughts, and yours as well. I am tormented with each contemplation as it contributes to his size. I hope you understand now why we cannot speak.