What do you want from me...

I keep trying to find words. They're all very elusive when I can't slow my thoughts. Maybe the reason they're not there is because I'm still trying to hide. Burying the thoughts doesn't eradicate them from existence. Just keeps me that much further involved. I saw a picture of an autopsy and they used a saw to cut the skull open freeing the brain. I wonder if it all escapes then.