Heaven & Hell in one Mind

Sometimes I feel like my mind has its own life. It loves, hates, dreams, hopes, mourns and spirals. It thinks. It overthinks. It did not think enough. And as if that is not enough my mind is sometimes at war with my heart. They battle, they hurt, they forgive, they find peace. But one thing I have never experienced is silence. Silence. Nothing is heard, nothing is spoken. Sometimes I feel like something is wrong with me because why can I not for the life of me shut my mind the hell up?! And sometimes I find company, condolence, character in my thoughts I did not think I needed. So what if I sometimes just let my thoughts fly onto paper and let it have its own life?