it's seamlessly flat. perfectly flush. streamlined into my obtuse life. irritatingly obscure. persistently present. it's cdo, of course not. no. it's everything i'm not. it's part of what I am.
for on an average, every other second is a thought of non-worth. wasted time and effort pours into extreme discrimination. it's comical, it's functional. and it's often more than I can safely bear.
i worry over everything. i can't not. but i'm so good at pretending, i'm not pretending anymore. there's always a voice to tell me to start over, to try again. even when I've yet to really begin.
i dream all the time. in the day and the night. i confuse realities with what i know just couldn't be right. so when someone comes to talk to me, i feel i've done it before. yet i haven't. yet i have. yet i haven't yet i have yet i haven't yet i have. i pause and examine my ridiculous thoughts. no, that was in just in your mind. yes, you've paused for too long. no, this isn't insanity. you're wasting time.
Then a moment comes so swiftly and it sweeps me off the ground.
I realize I've been corroding in my own mind.
Unexplainable peace spreads from new thoughts I find.
It's worthy of the Capitals and all the attention I can conjure.
When will I fully conclude that it's completely profound?
I must be slow and lazy for it hasn't happened yet.
The indescribable meaning of this stable mindset.
It's real and tangible and no delusion of grandeur.
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