suffocating my sanity
Sometimes I lay awake wondering why things have to be the way they are.
Why are some things so complicated? Why are some things so profound?
Why are some things so indescribable...and so...enigmatic, that our brains
attempt to process these "ideas" ending in nothing but complete confusion?
Why can't we look at a white rose and see it as just that?
Why do we have to ponder so deeply on simple things?
We wrap these thoughts around our brains like yards of rope around our throats, suffocating every last trace of sanity.
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Sometimes I just wish my thoughts were mechanical. Routine things that never changed. Maybe life would be a bit easier then...or maybe it would just make it that much worse.
All I can do is to sit here, pondering things that need not be pondered and coil myself into a mental suffocation...numbing out any last feeling of reality.
Why are some things so complicated? Why are some things so profound?
Why are some things so indescribable...and so...enigmatic, that our brains
attempt to process these "ideas" ending in nothing but complete confusion?
Why can't we look at a white rose and see it as just that?
Why do we have to ponder so deeply on simple things?
We wrap these thoughts around our brains like yards of rope around our throats, suffocating every last trace of sanity.
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Sometimes I just wish my thoughts were mechanical. Routine things that never changed. Maybe life would be a bit easier then...or maybe it would just make it that much worse.
All I can do is to sit here, pondering things that need not be pondered and coil myself into a mental suffocation...numbing out any last feeling of reality.