::: idle minds :::
Idle minds don’t exist. The mind is always working. Never stops. Never gives you a break. In the solitude of your existence, it echoes in the silence.
Try to dull it’s persistence. You can’t. Music playing, but the mind still wanders.
Make yourself busy, sure it works for a little while, but then the thoughts that haunt you lurk into your mind once more.
The betrayal you thought you left behind emerges once more. Little whispers.. nagging at you. Won’t let you forget.
Sure you go about your day, shrug it off, but the mind never forgets. Little whispers haunting, not allowing you to move on.
Even among the company of good friends.. it echoes.
Even looking down at loving eyes .. it echoes…
A blinking cursor … it echoes …
Busy at the task I love most … it echoes…
A warm tongue on a hardened bud, the essence of my pleasure … it echoes ..
Let me go so I can once again feel my existence. Let me go.. let me go .. let me go …
The mind is a terrible thing ….