brain dead
How is it that my mind wanders off at the most inconvenient times?
I wish I could say these moments are brief. Though I must confess, my mind becomes motionless continually, and I’ll find myself, what seems like hours, not thinking about anything at all. When I feel like my brain has expired; a thought will spark. It is foreign, faint, and almost translucent with the stillness of my inner state. I hardly recognize it - the voice of my unconscious. No matter how small the spark will be - I cling to it with dear life. I struggle to develop the frame, deepen idea, and create a world of my own. I’ll do whatever I can, to awake my mentality.
I wish I could say these moments are brief. Though I must confess, my mind becomes motionless continually, and I’ll find myself, what seems like hours, not thinking about anything at all. When I feel like my brain has expired; a thought will spark. It is foreign, faint, and almost translucent with the stillness of my inner state. I hardly recognize it - the voice of my unconscious. No matter how small the spark will be - I cling to it with dear life. I struggle to develop the frame, deepen idea, and create a world of my own. I’ll do whatever I can, to awake my mentality.