Going through my head
A swarm of ideas
Winged locusts
Eating away

Ten pounds of thought
Weight on my shoulders
A tornado of possibility
Nothing alone, yet nothing together.

Dark clouds on the horizon
Guild, City, Friends
My life is a whirlwind
Spinning, spinning.

One of these days
It will come crashing down
One of these days
Shattered mind on the ground.

Juggling the creations
Like a circus gone wrong
Laughter, sadness
Chaos.

-Shorin Quicksilver

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Daedalan, in the year 387 AF.