I am in my head. I am in there, man.
The auto pilot voice is so nasty sometimes.
After all my years of working on my spirit, myself, my voice.
I am still not there yet. I know that is normal and it is so fucking annoying.
I know I get my period every month and that I get grouchy.
But then it comes and I feel this inner rage that I am holding back like an old lady in a blanket. I know that doesn't make any sense but whatever.
I am a woman, in pain, and my rage is an old lady in a blanket. I am not actually sure if my body is holding back the rage or my mind.
It feels like my body, but sometimes my mind is everything and I don't even know it. My mind is controlling it all. My thoughts, my actions, my desires, my desire to eat chocolate, to watch tv and to not watch tv.
When I call it my mind I feel like it is this spiritual thing.
When I call it my brain I wonder if any of this really matters?
I think I watched too many episodes of Black Mirror and I feel trapped inside the confusion.
If anyone asks I will say, "I am doing awesome! How are you?"
selfie.
smiling.
angles.
filters.
avoiding.
sharing.
same.
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