Over Thinking

    Tick tock. The clock is ticking loudly, distracting me from all the breathing around me. I'm hearing graphite graze across thin layers of wood and ink. All the while my leg shakes nervously, up and down specifically – Not left and right. For some reason I have to scratch areas of my stomach, nose, forehead, shoulder, or even the soul of my foot trapped within this fabric everyone calls style. I'm not an itchy person, although sometimes I am – But usually I'm not. Tick tock. There goes the clock again. The ticks and the tocks disappear at random times when I'm focused on other things, like the adult watching me – Watching us.

    Some people go into a deep slumber – I would but right now I can't. My complicated muscle is pumping my blood through my veins too fast. It's pumping almost at the rhythm of the... Clock! Yes, the clock – Tick tock, the ticks and the tocks come back. Okay back to reality. What's reality? Oh right, the thing full of made up concepts by people. Like emotions, or thoughts. What are people? Humans. What are humans? Just a brain. Is it just a brain? Maybe it is. But maybe it's a unique soul? No, that's made up by human concepts. What else did humans make up? Oh right! Time! Tick tock – There goes the clock again! Bringing me back from my thoughts.

    Why doesn't anyone think like I do? Is it because I'm weird? No that can't be it, that's also a made-up concept by humans. But is it true just because the majority thinks so? Oh, the light got brighter! The really hot fireball must've been unblocked by the water in the sky. Oh, the beauty in the world. And the universe. All the facts that aren't concepts made by humans are so beautiful. Why can't we enjoy them? Mountains aren't concepts, you can touch those. Grass isn't a concept; you see it everywhere. But numbers, you can't touch those. Tick tock – Once again, the clock never fails me. My leg stopped shaking, but my mind is still moving. You can't touch concepts, or hear them, or see them. Like good or bad.

    What makes today a bad day? Just because I say it is? Well if I say it's a good day then it could be good. After all, it's my concept, right? I can turn any "bad" situation into a "good" one. But then what about faith? Is that real or just a concept? Why is it hard for me to accept that its fake? I can't touch god, see god, or hear god, so is he, she, it, even real? Tick tock – The clock is distracting me again. I snap back into reality, only to hear the bell ring. Now everyone is leaving, my mind stops moving when the talking begins. I look down at my thin piece of wood with ink, to only have my name written down.