Remember 

Deleting enough doesn't erase a thought,

It will always linger even if you throw it away.

Your mind is a dirty office, i try too organise but then my phone beeps.

My attention drifts-

So nice it drifts, so peaceful with no thought 

So nice so nice so nice it is

Almost like sex, or joint after a long time of receiving praise for abstinence 

My fingers itch, my brain itches for an unscratchable release.

I throw them to the corner, I keep creating litter,

My brain is polluted,

My office used too be a template.

Indulge, regret, release and cry.