Realism
How do you deal with those thoughts that tell you you've been left behind? How do you tell the difference between not talking and not talking to you?
How many message can you send someone to see if they're talking to you before they get so annoyed that they're no longer talking to you?
How do you get people to tell you the things you're doing wrong, to point out your flaws?
How do we change the things that need to be changed, if no one will tell us?
How do we know where we are failing if there is no longer a system of rules?
Is this comment too rude? Is that request too pushy? How do you find out if you're annoying without being annoying by asking if you're annoying?
How do you silence these questions that echo through every space in your mind? Every twisting memory and moment curling in your mind like a boiling pot, and if you get too close, you're going to get burned.
How do you live when your own mind is on fire? When your thoughts are scalding. When you trust what you think, until the days when the question in your mind is why do you trust your mind? When a question makes you question and there is no silence.
In a room with a thousand people, the only voices you hear are the ones in your head, each asking a question that undermines the universe. Undermines your universe, as though they are different. As though the stars in your sky are different from the truth. And how do we know they aren't? And the things you can't deny ring of truth and lies and everything is black and white and gray. Grey and gray. Each the same and both different.
Every time my mouth opens to speak these things, I find they no longer matter. Like I have unconvinced myself. Each moment becomes defined by a different reality.
And in each different reality, do I become a different me?
How many message can you send someone to see if they're talking to you before they get so annoyed that they're no longer talking to you?
How do you get people to tell you the things you're doing wrong, to point out your flaws?
How do we change the things that need to be changed, if no one will tell us?
How do we know where we are failing if there is no longer a system of rules?
Is this comment too rude? Is that request too pushy? How do you find out if you're annoying without being annoying by asking if you're annoying?
How do you silence these questions that echo through every space in your mind? Every twisting memory and moment curling in your mind like a boiling pot, and if you get too close, you're going to get burned.
How do you live when your own mind is on fire? When your thoughts are scalding. When you trust what you think, until the days when the question in your mind is why do you trust your mind? When a question makes you question and there is no silence.
In a room with a thousand people, the only voices you hear are the ones in your head, each asking a question that undermines the universe. Undermines your universe, as though they are different. As though the stars in your sky are different from the truth. And how do we know they aren't? And the things you can't deny ring of truth and lies and everything is black and white and gray. Grey and gray. Each the same and both different.
Every time my mouth opens to speak these things, I find they no longer matter. Like I have unconvinced myself. Each moment becomes defined by a different reality.
And in each different reality, do I become a different me?
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