A Beautiful Novel.

I'm afraid these thoughts fighting inside my head will never find their way out.

They are captured in a giant, hollow room.

Never to escape.
So jumbled together to the point I'll never be able to think straight or know what to expect from myself.
Like a beautiful, edge of your seat novel that has no last page.
You realize the empty paper and think, 'What do I do now?'
Will you make your own ending?
Do you just close the book and forget about it?
Or do you just go completely insane to the thought of it?
I'm categorized under 'insane'.
It's mind altering what the thoughts do to me.
Is there a way to manage this better?
Maybe there isn't a way to manage it at all.
I wish I could just shut them up.
My life is just one giant, beautiful novel that has no last page,
And I am utterly insane.