There’s value in being curious, which leads me to repeatedly question
Why do we limit ourselves to Be ?
Float, don’t think a thing.
Dance, twirl and sway
as you do You within the rhythm of tunes..
Breathe, express what comes to mind,
allow the courage for freedom, even if it’s just for now.
Giving honour to subtle expectation(s),
I am baffled at how much we have numbed ourselves.
to the constant repertoire of living.
Lost, found, stuck, or where we need to be?
Why am I the only one not smiling in this place?
Unable, or rather, at a loss on how to release my thoughts up to the clouds for any sense.
I find myself dwindling at the search for that hightened essence.
a state of relief, an ember of comfort and knowing for a way forward.
Clap, clap, clapping along.
Exhausted, Tip-toeing towards the quiet massacre of a (dying) dream.
Will interiority’s curiosity carry us through, to purposefully navigate the chaos?
I’ve been beating my own fists against an indescribable frame.
Blankness, engulfing each thought down every passage.
My every move anticipated,
each attempt always finding the relentless emptiness of nothing.
No matter whether with force or elegance,
Singing, journaling, talking, or forgetting
Always, redirected, back towards the line.
The constant Constant, throughout Time.
Smothered, expressionless, challenging assumptions,
no one likes it when another rocks the boat.
30/10/2021 – edited 12/112021 – Sat – Lypophrenia, or alexithymia (pt. 3)
Ruejean
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