Sometimes,

it's just so hard to not talk about food. I sound like the world's ultimate fat kid, but I don't give a damn, neither does Nigella. I look at something like a craft stamp and think I could use food colouring and stamp it onto fondant. Or how can I make this delicious ___ at home?
Guess it's better if I stay quiet. ^.^

So,

Things have been crazy.
In my mind.
You see me smiling,
and you think all's fine.
But things are really crazy,
in my mind.

I let a little out you think it's a joke all right I'll take it I'll take it I'll take it

It's time to sleep.
My head touches the pillow.
My eyes shut.
I breathe in and out.
I think about the time.
Mind's still awake.

So, is it really sleep if you get chased by your own mind?