Speaking my mind

My mind is its own person, it speaks when it wants to.

My mind is its own boss, dreaming what it feels like. Is that what my subconscious is really like?

The chosen solitude, labelled as loneliness, has finally stopped haunting me. Is clarity of body, mind and soul, exactly what it sounds like?

My mind is its own persona, fleeting where it feels like. It seems I can’t control it even if I want to.