Echo
The walls of my brain echo with my thoughts. A pounding drum beet shaking my gray matter into a frenzy. A rumbled confusion mixed with determination. Like a drop of watter falling into a pond distorting its reflection with rings of abstraction growing from its sides.
Sometimes a long walk can help to clear your head and straighten out your thoughts. Pulling them tight like a string bound between your hand and a kite. Lifted high in the air, being bulled by a strong wind.
Trying to figure it all out just hurts.
Close your eyes.
meditate
rest your mind.
find peace
Open your mind and let it run free.
Do it for life
do it for you
do it for me
Rediscover the word…
find again what it’s meant to be free
