inside out

little motions through your insides, comparison to a pinball machine. no quarters though this is all free loving. they strike your heart and bounce off your lungs, quicken your breathing - you think you've won. late nights keep you up at night the lights won't stop, that catchy music rocks your brain matter back and forth. you've gone crazy girl, crazy and it's written all over your insides. you try to disguise such madness with a smile, try to wipe your mind, clean slate. only drives the images, the memories straight into your heart and your entirely consumed and there's nothing you can do. you didn't mind it but now your swelling close to the top and you don't know if you should scream and shout or leave it along, what's one to do when heart is beating at the speed of light and their mind is a ticking time bomb, but your entire body feels like quicksand.