And just like that I had sunk to the floor. Ludicrous thoughts ironically ethereal. Everything that has occurred in our lives are somehow irrevocable. This permanent stain. This doesn't necessarily mean negativity I suppose.
'Getting a bit tired of words. Tired of carefully calculating each fragment. I've exhausted myself with all this thought. I'm overwhelmed with all the thought processess weighing me down before I make a decision. Before I conjure a sentence. Before words fall off my tongue. To stop thinking and just dissolve. To be weightless... Here's to thinking if floating will be enough..'
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