Rambling Down the Mind

     Muffled Interference

So this is odd, never thought I would have to switch from Microsoft Word to Google Docs, but here I am. No job, no money, and most importantly a disappointment to myself and others. Yeah...that’s depressing as hell. However, instead of moping and complaining about it, I thought it would be a great idea to just roll with it. “Roll with the punches” as the saying goes. 

This is gonna be one of those rare posts where instead of reviewing or talking about a specific medium, I’m going to just write what comes to mind. Maybe it’d be fun to break it down? Let me see…

• Poems

• Ramblings

• Closure

Yeah, these might work. Alright! Time for some poems then. 

            Lost at Seat

The ocean breeze hits

my face as the water

laps along the shore

with a foamy hiss.

The sound evokes a calm

sensation that the loneliness

I feel at times 

so desperately needs.

Algae surround the shoreline

like a belt;

securing both land and sea

 in their place. 

Water that invites me 

with crystal clear words,

only to drag me about

in endless murky babble. 

At times, I feel like a leaf

directionless, yet swayed

to the sea by

a strong enough wind

beautiful to behold

yet tragic to become.

Silence failed

Nothing like being lost in thought

And enjoying the oddly comforting

Feeling of silence…

BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!

Only for it to come tumbling down

Like a mountain made

Of discarded puzzle pieces

Because of a WhatsApp message.

End of Poetry…

Now for some ramblings. What do you say?

Wake up, Please

I woke up feeling empty yet annoyed. My breathing feels labored. Mind is running at a pace that makes me seem like I’m on something. Unpleasant thoughts in my head surround me to the point where I get dizzy. Anxiety is a tricky beast. Popping up and down making every breath sting with regret. The constant fear of letting everyone down; until they forget they can rely on me. When that happens a bitter feeling of freedom leads me to self-destructive tendencies such as over-eating or low levels of motivation. To the point where I become enslaved to my damn phone. Wishing for things to get better is not enough. “Manifesting” seems like bullshit to me. Opportunities seem to caress my cheek with malicious intent as they pass me by. Most of my very few friends lead their lives, but they barely remember to write the occasional “Hi hope you’re well” and it feels like hell.

End of Rambling

Closure