Distant Thoughts

The Overwhelming Truth

You ever just

get so upset over something so little that others can't see a problem with it?

Or you feel like nobody actually likes you so you think about it more and more to the point that you start thinking about avoiding all of your friends?

Oh and don't forget about the feeling when you think your just an annoying introvert that has so many problems and you would be better off leaving everything behind and becoming a lifeless shell just because of your damn thoughts swarming around you until you suffocate. Then people criticize you for the tiniest of things like what you wear or how you speak. Then the tears start to roll in but its fine right? Tears are just something that your eyes create to cleanse out any infections that may be within our own sockets so you can better see the world, it just seems weird since when you cry everything is foggy...is that the real world? You're just typing and typing but your words don't make sense the thoughts just keep rolling in and your fingers keep moving to create words that don't fit together like a broken puzzle....until your head is filled with silence.

That silence soon grows into darkness as your world seems to fade from your fingertips...nobody actually has control over any situation, and you know how adults always say,

"Don't worry you can do or become anything you want."

Imagine how surprised that child was when they tried to jump from a tree and fly but only ended up falling...like a bird with broken wings...it seems the wings that have kept you up this whole time have completely disintegrated into nothingness, falling for eternity. You know how you get those butterflies in your stomach when you go over small bumps in cars? So why when you go over them in life it feels like an overwhelming sickness? A million eyes just peering out of the bushes staring at you....silence is peaceful yet terrifying, you get this paranoia that makes you feel as if something, anything will happen like a heavy vase teetering on the edge of a thin and brittle piece of wood.

Soon panic kicks in and that vase falls to the ground shattering into a million pieces, don't worry though you can always put it back together with some trusty glue, but each time it falls the pieces get smaller and smaller and smaller...until it's nearly impossible to put it back together, now there is only a vase with holes and cracks in it. Where have the missing pieces gone? Nobody really knows, maybe they decided to leave over time like the others Or maybe they decided the glue wasn't good enough anymore.

What really are words? why do we fit them together to make something...its so bendable that anyone could make anything, I guess society decided to create something cruel and awful with this ability but occasionally you pass by words that make you pause and think...maybe even rarely smile.

Why do we continue to type? Its like we have no control...maybe it's keeping us from the overwhelming darkness that slowly creeps into bundle us up into a sea of loneliness.

Letters are words, Tears are water droplets, Sadness is happiness, and happiness is a dream you wish to grab onto. Answers are just opinions in this society. I am a wilting flower, It is Winter, and My Pedals have all Fallen, My Eyes Shut....and Soon i will Disappear....or have I already?