The Chaos

The chaos in our heads can never be calmed down, never unless it is cured. Try to silence it, to only hear more noise, try to tidy it and it only gets messier. Because you see it’s not exactly a mere agitation which needs to be settled. They’re not meaningless words, screaming at the top of their voices or blurry images flashing themselves faster than one can perceive.
What it is made of is open wounds and cuts which need healing. They’re roughly torn strings that tangled themselves and need untangling. The relationships that ended without closure, the people who left and returned but never gave a reason for either, the people who hurt, but claim to love the most, and the confusion they bring along with them. The unfulfilled expectations and the unrealized dreams that await passion and efforts.

Mending these cracks, needs action in the real world not in our heads. Chaos never fits into a box that we can lock and dump in a corner. It takes up all the space in our minds and the only thing we can do is repair the broken pieces of our thoughts ourselves. And repairing requires real hard work and labour.
The chaos in our heads is our own creativity, but it does exist, not only for us but for every person related or not related to us. It exists, it occupies a time dimension, it is a number of decisions that are yet to be made, with exponential consequences which are going to have an eternal effect on the universe. Yes they are.
The chaos in our heads is affective on the world, and it waits for us to help ourselves.