I can see the thoughts.

I can see the thoughts
as I think them
slipping out of my mind
as if they’re spiders
quickly sprouting webs
as the words dangle
hanging off my ceiling
in the webs of thoughts
hatching as the anxious
feelings grow
and they multiply
as my mind sputters to keep up
my eyes weighted
by all that they must process
and my hands quickly type
as the words
begin to be eaten
by the thoughts
and my feelings keep changing
and my opinions they alter
as the spiders feed.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina