An early start to the day as I sit with my coffee
I wonder why the moment when you start to engage in a thought
It consumes you
You start to dig deeper and deeper into the issue
Surgically identifying every detail
It became an operation of the mind
Contemplating what you did wrong
Even knowing you can’t change the past
And it’s the past that haunts you
Asking yourself why you didn’t do better
You capture every scenario that could have been
What you could have changed
As I sit, the coffee became cold
Just like the thoughts in my head and this moment right now
You forget to be present and slowly you drift away into a black hole
The light around you completely gone
The spark inside, extinguished
All that’s left is lost time
About the Creator
Dancing Dumpling
My name is Hyun and I am a modern dancer from Washington, DC. Writing has been a creative outlet for me, and it has allowed me to express my thoughts that I would not have otherwise, verbally. It has been a very helpful tool.
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