Aurora Rider

The Start of Something

Do you ever have thoughts that feel like they are not your own? I do. They tend to run rampant through my mind. The funny thing is though, that place is a mess. How the hell do these imposter thoughts just – run? My brain has got to be one of the most scattered and war-torn places, a disaster zone. Maybe that’s why? They run from the catastrophe. An adaptation per se. But if they can run… Then why can’t I?