hunched shoulders and the never ending second guesses.
whispered thoughts echoing quietly in the silence.
the crisp dank scent of dry earth.
can you see me, i wonder?
the contradictions, wrapping around me tight.
each breath, another exhale.
Tehehe, no. I am not having a bad day. An off day. Or a sad day. Tehehe, quite the contrary, I am having a reflective day. I would like to say that I used to be but I think the better thing to say is I am.
So, I am a little bit of a melancholy. I have the tendency to internalise – each action that I take: gets rated and graded by great counsel that scoffs in a lofty manner in my head.
Lately, I have had the increasingly great capacity to cut them off mid sentence. More often than not, this is cool – but it also inadvertently leads to something else.
A slight shift in character.