: My brain is broken
I ASKED no other thing,
than clarity
No other was denied.
than reason
I offered Being for it;
everything
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil? He twirled a button,
why?
Without a glance my way:
I'm lost
“But, madam, is there nothing else
nothing else
That we can show to-day?”
I'm seeing double. I'm seeing nothing.
(thanks emily)
gszzzchzchrtt - aa so much static. So much uncertainty
so much mud. SO . What. I
feel bad for complaining
to you since i havent written in so long
.
I feel like I'm being teased.
I feel so close
i'll just open my head here and talk outloud.
to me. to you.
I cant seem to tell how much of it is placebo - how much is me - how much is expectations placed on myself - how much is the few inconsistent doses. the skipped meds.
whatever it is - i just know
i'm not aligned right. I feel like a bobsled - going down the track out of time with the turns. Too early. too late. first time. and i guess i shoudl be gratefull that i know there is more. but i feel sometimes that ignorance is bliss. not that i seel blissfull ignorance - but knowing and being blissfull - which seems oh so much harder - cuzz you know -- you know?
I feel like i'm living in ideas. External validation is low. I doubt myself. - and - then i dont know whats going on. at all at all.
I worry that its just that i'm not on track. - so i stress out
seeking ignorant bliss. I'm lazy (i eat meat ) ( i dont like that) - (its not helping me feel any better) (i think i'll spend the hour a day prepping food and not do it) (eat the meat) (what did i use the hour a day for anyway.. browsing ebay or watching amexican idol?)
i'm going to carpe my diem.
ive got to carpe my diem so that i dont feel carpe every diem.
if i'm doing something all of the time - productive - I'll feel better
oh
the discipline. - I
just need to love me.
and trust me
and depend on me
and shhh
and listen to me
and shhhh know me
and stop externalizing
and breathe.
dont worry. I'm ok. just distractd
darn narrow path. hard to find
especially in the fog
i keep hitting tres
but i know what i'm looking for.
I ASKED no other thing,
than clarity
No other was denied.
than reason
I offered Being for it;
everything
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil? He twirled a button,
why?
Without a glance my way:
I'm lost
“But, madam, is there nothing else
nothing else
That we can show to-day?”
I'm seeing double. I'm seeing nothing.
(thanks emily)
gszzzchzchrtt - aa so much static. So much uncertainty
so much mud. SO . What. I
feel bad for complaining
to you since i havent written in so long
.
I feel like I'm being teased.
I feel so close
i'll just open my head here and talk outloud.
to me. to you.
I cant seem to tell how much of it is placebo - how much is me - how much is expectations placed on myself - how much is the few inconsistent doses. the skipped meds.
whatever it is - i just know
i'm not aligned right. I feel like a bobsled - going down the track out of time with the turns. Too early. too late. first time. and i guess i shoudl be gratefull that i know there is more. but i feel sometimes that ignorance is bliss. not that i seel blissfull ignorance - but knowing and being blissfull - which seems oh so much harder - cuzz you know -- you know?
I feel like i'm living in ideas. External validation is low. I doubt myself. - and - then i dont know whats going on. at all at all.
I worry that its just that i'm not on track. - so i stress out
seeking ignorant bliss. I'm lazy (i eat meat ) ( i dont like that) - (its not helping me feel any better) (i think i'll spend the hour a day prepping food and not do it) (eat the meat) (what did i use the hour a day for anyway.. browsing ebay or watching amexican idol?)
i'm going to carpe my diem.
ive got to carpe my diem so that i dont feel carpe every diem.
if i'm doing something all of the time - productive - I'll feel better
oh
the discipline. - I
just need to love me.
and trust me
and depend on me
and shhh
and listen to me
and shhhh know me
and stop externalizing
and breathe.
dont worry. I'm ok. just distractd
darn narrow path. hard to find
especially in the fog
i keep hitting tres
but i know what i'm looking for.
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confused
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