Everyday is the same,
Wake,
Eat,
Wait,
Wait.
Wait...
Work,
Walk
Talk
Dream,
Scream.
Sleep.
Try to feel something, something, something.
Try to feel anything, anything, anything.
Stop.
You are stuck.
You. Are. Static.
Fuzzy even.
Can you see it?
Can you?
When did life become this way? Where did the clarity go?
Can you still see the birds out your window?
Can you still feel as strongly as you did before?
The stagnancy is dizzying as you lie on the floor
recounting the same things over,
and over,
and over again.
Trudging through the thick clay mud that is your mind.
Sloppy,
Dense,
You feel the tingle in your arms and legs,
like you've been sitting unmoving for far too long.
You. Are. Static.
Move, move, move!
It's not that easy.
Just do it.
I can't.
You can!
I can't!
I. Am. Static.
About the Creator
Kylie Hunnel
I like to write for fun, so please read my stories! I am very open to feed back, the great thing about writing is that you can always learn new things and get better.
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