9/15/2023

I talk to myself a lot

I use to think it was a reflection of my instability

With all the voices in my head

Why add one more?

But it's like finding a clearing in a meadow

I can focus on one thought or emotion

Dissect and reflect on it

Sometimes it leads to nowhere

Sometimes the clarity eases my racing mind

The noise in my head can be distracting

It's so hard to explain the intolerable noise coming from silence

Sometimes it's so intense that engaging isn't enough

So I'll pace back and forth

Existing is such an odd experience

I often find myself watching myself, watch myself

I have never ending questions about life

About existing and experiencing

It's fascinating and saddening all at once

I feel alone in this

There must be others who feel this too, right?

At times I feel so connected to the world

Other times, I feel fooled by it

How can you have access to see so much

Yet, understand you know so little?