Please.

Make it stop. Make the cliches stop forming at the tip of my tongue so that I may speak in words that have an unattributable meaning, a meaning I have made, not re-used and recycled phrases from childrens books and those compilations of contemporary 'jargon'. Make these paralysing thoughts stop. Banish the heart-stopping fear that latches on with a lock-jaw, a lock no amount of force can undo. Let there be a single moment of clarity, of truth, however fake it may be. Let it exist for hopes sake, for hope of sanity amidst a cloud of crazy. Or thoughts of crazy. Or are thoughts of insanity simply the signposts to the eventual destination? Read me a fairytale and put me to bed. Make it stop.