Feb 21st, 2020
Have you ever felt that in a momentary pause, the mind voyages through an ocean of monsters to spite you?
Your worst fears flash a coy wave of their dorsal fin.
Your haunting conversations sung by mermaids in malicious cadence.
Your insecurities wrap you in the cold isolation.
With made-up clamor in your head, you’re convinced the mind satisfies itself in gaslighting its own conciousness.
This is why distractions keep bodies alive. To meander through the never-ending mundane and menial rather than to drown in the silence of deep still water meant that the mind gets exhausted enough to forget about the monsters.
There is a conniving beauty in depth. To be sinking unconsciously inch by inch gives the illusion of an adventure into the unknown. To bathe is to think about all there is to think, to feel all there is to feel. However, to be in too deep is losing a grip on reality.
It may be an addiction to stay lost in the profound depths, but there is less sorrow in the shallow. To feel less, perhaps, is to wear an empty shell for survival.
And although surviving is far from a spectacle, it is the much needed rest for those who swam too far for too long.
