How can I describe...
what life is like,
with a mind in constant search of some kind of stimulation...
while at the very same time,
one after another, that very same mind
loses interest in everything in which it once held such‐
Far more than what the term "bored" could ever hope to define,
I can only wish to be able to scribe what adjectives would help what eyes are watching...
truly see what's going on‐
How can I explain...
what time is like,
when to such a concept I've become blind‐
even with a timeline, days are agendaless,
even with lists, weeks are without focus,
and even with such lovely reminders, months are loss to paralysis‐
Then, there's this journey of self discovery...
my memory reeks of the onion analogy‐
How many miles have been tread on this "journey" I now tend describe as something like agony?...
How can I make sense...
of the complete absence of any kind consistency
as if everyday is a gamble‐
I can only ramble on so long without a subject...
I'd ask for the chance to explain, but
I can't...
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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