Sometimes...

... my brain stops working.  It seems there is so much to say, yet no words form on my fingertips.  My mind is swarming with indistinct thoughts, none of which I can organize.  The chaos inside has a dizzying effect on my ability to function.  I long for serenity.  To have a calm, smooth blankness would be suffice.  Rarely do I request anything without explanation or clarity.  Out of desperation, I simply wish for peace.