hijacked attention

oh my god leave me alone please, just let the air cleanse itself of sound… my attention is not to be hijacked at your every whim… I’d like to have an afternoon of nothingness, of some kind of internal bliss, of sacred unperturbed ness my thoughts, they gurgle —  I need Pepto for my brain… it’s the sound outside clashing with the curse of your incessant cries, your barrage of foolishly petulant whys and the chorus of hate-filled diatribes… I can’t take it it’s too much nonsense for me to process, a flood of obnoxious streams (no, sludge) of heavy consciousness, somehow housed outside your dense and impenetrable skull… I need a fence, no a wall, or a barrier, a shield, something to protect my mind, to prevent the theft, this constant larceny of my attention “My imagination functions much better when I don’t have to speak to people.”― Patricia Highsmith Garbage Notes: When I wrote this I was having a hard time finding enough uninterrupted peace in order for me to get my work done. The biggest enemy of the writer is interruption. Once you find yourself in a good headspace, you have to protect yourself from the little things that nag at you and could steal your attention. I know it sounds kind of anti-social, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with asking for some peace and quiet from those who are around you. If they respect what you do, then it shouldn’t be such a complicated thing. It should be acceptable to ask to be left alone once in a while, especially if it’s to do something very important to you. Your very livelihood could be at stake. It’s a shame, but it’s truly hard to find spaces where people won’t infringe on your attention. There’s sound and chaos everywhere. There’s distracting technology everywhere. There’s noise everywhere. Whether you’re out in public or even in spaces that should be more low-key, like the library or bookstores, it can still be tremendously difficult to secure yourself some serenity. And of course, not everyone has a home environment that is totally private. It’s a real battle sometimes. Anyway, that’s what I was going through at the time I was writing this poem. I was facing a few too many annoying interruptions that were keeping me from being the writer I needed to be. The best words come out when there’s comfort, quiet, solitude, and peace. I always find it easier to write well when the storm outside can be kept at bay. That’s when the creative storm inside can be brought to the surface. Anti Void If you enjoyed this piece, a tip would be the best way to show your support. Thanks for reading :) PS: NOW TO YOU WHO IS FULL OF SELF DOUBT AND ANXIETY. I RECOMMEND WHAT HELPED ME TO YOU. CLICK HERE AND BE FREE