Vivant au jour. Ce jour-ci. Parce que les autres sont juste une mémoire maintenant. Une mémoire de temps qui se sent perdu.
A stagnant schedule creates too much time. Too much time becomes too much thought. When my mind isn't focused it tries to focus on too many things at once. Like a passenger of a car stuck in a gridlock trying to see ahead. Trying to see all the cars instead of the one that's sitting directly in front of them.
The more I try the more I push. Push away from the here and the now. Push away from myself and the world around me. At times like this I should stop while I'm ahead.
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo.
Stop writing.
Stop telling.
Stop showing.
It's easy to shut yourself up when you were the only one talking to begin with. But to whom have I been telling all this to? Who is out there? Who's breathing in these words with me?
Such a narcissistic, pessimistic dumb fuck I am. Whoa am I kidding? These words act like an angry army of tyrants. Bashing, fighting, pushing back on all those who's eyes fall upon them.
This morning has given birth to a new day. Another 24 hours to make or break these thoughts that have been on a spinning cycle. The sun is shinning and it's time to hang them up and let them dry.
A stagnant schedule creates too much time. Too much time becomes too much thought. When my mind isn't focused it tries to focus on too many things at once. Like a passenger of a car stuck in a gridlock trying to see ahead. Trying to see all the cars instead of the one that's sitting directly in front of them.
The more I try the more I push. Push away from the here and the now. Push away from myself and the world around me. At times like this I should stop while I'm ahead.
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo.
Stop writing.
Stop telling.
Stop showing.
It's easy to shut yourself up when you were the only one talking to begin with. But to whom have I been telling all this to? Who is out there? Who's breathing in these words with me?
Such a narcissistic, pessimistic dumb fuck I am. Whoa am I kidding? These words act like an angry army of tyrants. Bashing, fighting, pushing back on all those who's eyes fall upon them.
This morning has given birth to a new day. Another 24 hours to make or break these thoughts that have been on a spinning cycle. The sun is shinning and it's time to hang them up and let them dry.
