Thoughts of a rambler.

Infinite thoughts fill me up.
I can't beat this.
I get lost in my mind.
Slipping.
Stuttering.
Falling.
What do I do?
How do I sift through all of these feelings.
How do I become who I am supposed to be.
How. How. How.
I know who I am.
I know who I want to be.
I know who I am meant to be.
I'm stuck in a body that's not mine.
But it is.
I'm changing it.
I'm making it what it is meant to be.
Healthy.
Strong.
Mine.
These infinite thoughts eat me up.
What if I can't change.
What if I can't make it work.
What if.
I'm in a rut.
I'm moving, but stuck.
Running
Climbing.
Stuck.
I'm stuck.