Most days I just am.
Not really aware of being.
Too busy actually being to pay it any mind.
But some days reality sets in with a vengeance.
The consequences of my actions thundering in my head, drowning out the monotony of everyday.
And setting my mind alight with fear.
Making me pine for the status quo.
Making me forget that my fear is really that of the monotony.
Making me see the end of me and all I hold dear.
Making me push forwards against my will and better judgement.
Most days I am autonomous.
Today I just need to be held...
Not really aware of being.
Too busy actually being to pay it any mind.
But some days reality sets in with a vengeance.
The consequences of my actions thundering in my head, drowning out the monotony of everyday.
And setting my mind alight with fear.
Making me pine for the status quo.
Making me forget that my fear is really that of the monotony.
Making me see the end of me and all I hold dear.
Making me push forwards against my will and better judgement.
Most days I am autonomous.
Today I just need to be held...
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