Memories and thoughts
The trickery a mind can play on one is a bit of tasteless sarcasm. Sweet yet bitter. How the memories pour this glaze over the images and roll the film in a gauzy stage. One day at a time we put out of our minds these negative suggestions, these desires that give us results in the biggest regrets.
Truly just amazing how the mind can crease the lids with such damage only to make it so we understand the fullest meaning of the thoughts that thunder inside of us. The creepy hints that the brain pinches inside the slips of glass. The air pockets that hit us harder than what was real.
Soft and yet frozen the soul becomes in these latest times. We still breathe but in rapid then slow molasses. Indeed the heart races as the winded memories dance before us and the crunches of shards propel at the fine lines between one dream to the next.
Not scared are we of the dangers that lurk when we gasp. Nor are we even surprised when we wake fully in a trance saying all that would be important for those people we wanted to talk to. Indeed the clarity unhinged when we shock ourselves into full alert stage. It is a strange sensation. Like that of a static charge from sliding across carpet. A weird experience in itself.
Even when we are wide awake memories pick at us. Our minds chant over the events that led up to happiness or disaster. Then the replay of what should have been. Then the laughter of hindsight slapping us hard. Step by step.
The whole experience of just hoping that the slices of skin are only imagined and the mixed emotions of whether real love and infatuation are fudged. Even the dare that what was memory was just imagination and what was inside that haze was the reality of thoughts.
Severely in need of a quiet moment today. The mind to shut down long enough to reboot to another deeper level of sanity. Sure I exist in the now. I exited the yesterday only minutes ago and now I am ready to be taught what is new today.
For the tricks of the mind only come in my dreams. So real I feel as though I am talking to people or in line of fire from the blazes that burn within the brain. The depth of my mind are a puzzle. Just the same as anyone else's.
So here I settle. Preparing for the night to close and my mind to find a calm center. Waving no flags of distress nor surrender. Just relaxing until the morning light brightens the room.
The trickery of reality and imagination can stay in my dreams and maybe I will place them here. Yet one never knows if I remember all parts but the repeats within the story played.
So one last drink of water before the lights are shut down. The run to turn on a fan and then hurry under warm covers. Even now the dreamy state hits harder because I am really tired. Good night people. Friends, I hope are more reading. Foes, I hope you learned something.
Truly just amazing how the mind can crease the lids with such damage only to make it so we understand the fullest meaning of the thoughts that thunder inside of us. The creepy hints that the brain pinches inside the slips of glass. The air pockets that hit us harder than what was real.
Soft and yet frozen the soul becomes in these latest times. We still breathe but in rapid then slow molasses. Indeed the heart races as the winded memories dance before us and the crunches of shards propel at the fine lines between one dream to the next.
Not scared are we of the dangers that lurk when we gasp. Nor are we even surprised when we wake fully in a trance saying all that would be important for those people we wanted to talk to. Indeed the clarity unhinged when we shock ourselves into full alert stage. It is a strange sensation. Like that of a static charge from sliding across carpet. A weird experience in itself.
Even when we are wide awake memories pick at us. Our minds chant over the events that led up to happiness or disaster. Then the replay of what should have been. Then the laughter of hindsight slapping us hard. Step by step.
The whole experience of just hoping that the slices of skin are only imagined and the mixed emotions of whether real love and infatuation are fudged. Even the dare that what was memory was just imagination and what was inside that haze was the reality of thoughts.
Severely in need of a quiet moment today. The mind to shut down long enough to reboot to another deeper level of sanity. Sure I exist in the now. I exited the yesterday only minutes ago and now I am ready to be taught what is new today.
For the tricks of the mind only come in my dreams. So real I feel as though I am talking to people or in line of fire from the blazes that burn within the brain. The depth of my mind are a puzzle. Just the same as anyone else's.
So here I settle. Preparing for the night to close and my mind to find a calm center. Waving no flags of distress nor surrender. Just relaxing until the morning light brightens the room.
The trickery of reality and imagination can stay in my dreams and maybe I will place them here. Yet one never knows if I remember all parts but the repeats within the story played.
So one last drink of water before the lights are shut down. The run to turn on a fan and then hurry under warm covers. Even now the dreamy state hits harder because I am really tired. Good night people. Friends, I hope are more reading. Foes, I hope you learned something.
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