Mindless Rambling

Round and around and around she goes, where she stops...no she never stops. The inner workings of my mind play on repeat. Consistent and concise it never stops. Onward and onward, inward and on, the display carousels in a seemingly infinite redundancy. Tragically replaying the complicated thoughts of every twist and turn I think of, that can be thought of. It an exhausting day spent thinking of how my night will be. Worrying about reality and mental strain, I relinquish in anguish. Play on and never end, the wretchedness of my disdain, existent in notions and internally broken.

We lie in the shattered pieces of an unrealistic universe. Pleasing the masses with our schizophrenic musings, and laying waste to a cold reality, nobody honestly gives a shit. But, entrancing so it is to watch, the story must continue. Seduce me with the listlessness of derealization. Plague me with an opposing existence...on second thought. Better watch what you wish for. I don't know maybe overthinking is a gift, or maybe not.

Insistent insanities bleed ink onto a crimson page. Words pour, a yearning to know, a yearning to be. Fear falls in tears, distantly trodding along. We watch from the sidelines as this world caves in on itself. Are we dying or just learning how to live life? We know nothing and seek more, knowledge is broken into sections. Blissful and infinitely unaware the children sing into the nigh sky. How did we say those words again, I forgot? As the pieces lay we exist in fractions. This must stop.