Echoes of my mind
It’s pumping…
What’s pumping?
It feels like it’s exploding.
Why?
How?
Nothing galvanizes me anymore.
The atmosphere is calm,
conducive
but not in my mind,
where thoughts sprint like fugitives,
and I cage them behind a silent smile.
I hide under the pretense of joy,
while the weight crushes me slowly.
Night comes too fast,
and the day… it stops smiling.
I keep trying my best,
clinging to the fragile hope
that one day I’ll see the light
the light they swear waits
at the end of the tunnel.
But is there even a tunnel?
I’m not sure anymore.
Perhaps it’s just darkness
disguised as a promise.
Still… I’m hopeful.
If not today,
then maybe tomorrow will be better
for me,
and for you.
But sometimes I remember
it’s all in my mind.
Just thoughts…
spilling out,
loud enough to drown me.
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