VAST CORRIDORS

My thoughts are everywhere.
They just are,
and I just am.
I don't know where they start
and I don't know where they end.

I never want to cease,
I want to be for eternity,
never just a memory.

As for my thoughts,
they are so complex,
filling my brain
and my heart
and forcing every thing out.
Thus comes my poetry
and tears pour forth as well.
I want to fill myself, with what?
With you.
With anything,
but emptiness. 
I want more to replace the sanity 
I feel I'm losing 
in times like these 
when my words make little sense. 
I want your light, 
your life, 
your love. 
I want your balance 
and I want to be centered. 
I want your thoughts, 
I want to hear them, 
not mine. 
Mine are so unstable, 
and yours calm my mental storm. 
They rush past me, 
and sometimes all I realize is their wind. 

Like, when did this become a letter to You? 
But who else would I write this to? 

So back to my mind...
which is a bunch of corridors, 
too many corridors, 
filled with doors, 
of rooms,
filled with thoughts. 
SILENCE. Please.