Surroundings
I sit. I stand. I wonder. What am I pondering on?
I have no clue. At times, I walk empty headed with
no thought whatsoever. Other times, I ponder on paranoia.
Paranoid, I think about what others' minds think about.
I try to see their thoughts through their body language. In my
paranoia, at times, I feel like people are watching, gazing on
something so pathetic.
In my surroundings, I see the vehicles of life. In each of these
vehicles there is a Soul. I see human beings walking on the
pavement of the journeys and wonder if I should smile
and greet them.
Sitting on the bench, I ponder at the struggles that invade
my mind and Soul. How do I deal with them? I get into
depression; a sad and gloomy face. I wish that I can rip that
face off.
My mind is weary fom these racing thoughts with paranoia.
What does that make me? Maybe I am a paranoid freak that
I can't even live a breath at a time.
Maybe one day I will seriously be able to sit down and enter
into my thinking, and pull one thought out of another.
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