The mind - fickle mistress

She's a demanding, consuming yet utterly unfaithful mistress.

Enchanting yet exasperating, free yet shackled, brave yet cowardly, your very own, Mo Cuishle... yet alien..

The Mind!!

Can you stake a claim on your wandering mind with her sinuously tangled wavering ideas and thoughts?

Ever wanted to shake the cranium until a congealed mass of grey matter seeped out of your septum... nasal or atrial.

Ah I arrive at the crux finally.. the heart.. the wandering mind.. in cohorts.. torturing tormenting the tenuous link that keeps you in reality's grasp.

Take your attention off them for a millisecond and it could cost you immortality (my friend uses this euphemism for death) my friend!!

Why is she such a demanding mistress.. why does she make you hold on to her, grasp her with such tremendous strength that she slips away with ease..

So what do you do... let her overtake sanity? reality?

This path of self destruction she leads you to subtlely with such finesse can lull you into an enchanted numbing of the senses.

Like a drowning man desperately seeking a breath independent of water, groping through the murky mire driven by an irrational fear to seek the light.. I struggle and flail weak arms.. while all the time wondering whether I have indeed lost my mind...

ha ha ha.... lost my mind indeed.. when did i ever own her to lose her..

Fickle mistress....