Chaos

they come again, the chaos. 

the ones I thought would never return, 

to nestle in my brain, like they belong here. 

jostling, whining, screaming. 

so, I distract my racing thoughts

and abide in ideas, 

swarming in like the bees, seeking attention. jostling, whining, screaming. again. 

insisting to immortalise them onto these pages.

and I did.

it finally made sense 

perhaps, they do belong here, in this mess

them, my inner demons. 

it doesn't surprise me anymore 

why a tidy mind can never find inspiration 

because, 

from chaos comes creation