The speed that time passes baffles me. March has arrived and I’m still nowhere closer to being where I really want to be. Distractions, distractions, distractions. They say if you enjoy what you’re doing, it isn’t time wasted at all. Little do we know that “they” are always wrong. ‘They’ are the masses; the majority of human race who determines what society should be. ‘They’ are the people who never do anything out of the norm because there is apparently a “right” way to live. ‘They’ conform, ‘They’ adapt. ‘They’ mimic, ‘They’ don’t understand difference. ‘They’ shouldn’t be the basis of how life should work. ‘They’ are exactly the beings I never want to be.
I’ve had many sleepless nights of late, the dark rings under my eyes could almost be #000000. Almost very tempted to pop a tab of valium in order to fall into absolute REM and a state of linger. But I worry I may not get back up. Addictions, these toxic addictions to little boosters that help enhance our quality of life. Who knew that we would ever need to depend on life hacks that are really cheat sheets.
Tonight, my eyelids fail me. They’re heavy like wet feathers, yet my mind is actively racing with 101 thoughts. I could go on and on, on and on. Limbo within a limbo in the sea of my mind.
But I shouldn’t. Buenas noches, una vez más.