State of Mind.
This is about me. Not you. Definitley not you.
You ask me what my state of mind is.
I say it is static.
But it’s a bleeding rumble of lies and broken bone pieces too.
I’m trying to understand things.
To reconcile reality, super-reality, and farce.
And those smokey liquid dreams in cerulean and crimson.
I’m trying to escape my own head
While anchoring myself to my body.
I’m trying to believe that there is truth
In the words that stunted themselves from my own lips.
But it’s hard, and maybe I spoke too soon.
I’m fine really. In the big picture scope of things, I’m grand.
After all, if a feeling at this moment means anything
It’s a small feeling. In a small moment. In a small place. Me.
And that small moment is a solitary insignificant thing in the course of my lifetime. Right? Right.
Vectors: Time, Space, Emotional Bandwidth.
Qualifyers: Opportunity for introspection, Perspective, Feedback Loop,
Variants: Fried Egg over Rice. Cold Coffee. A phone call.
Constants: God. Me. Love.
Anticipated Results: Too early to tell.
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