Have you ever been stuck in a loop that spins the same thought a hundred different ways?
Have you been driven crazy just thinking and thinking and wanting to say something?
Only when the words come, they’re never the ones you’ve been rehearsing?
I want to shut this spigot of redundancy off.
Only I can’t.
Because its hacked my brain and deleted all the other files.
Have you ever just wanted to unplug yourself and reboot?
Reload and refill the blank spaces? Entertain something new?
This paralysis of thought is getting emptier and heavier.
Have you ever been smothered in feathers?
These tiny weightless things weighing you down so heavy?
Imagine the trauma of a single thought trapped inside the goo of your ear.
To hear it banging around to the rhythm of monotony.
I have a cure for this. Its called dreaming.
Dreaming forever even when you’re wide awake.