Humanity; A tornado of thoughts.

There’s so much yelling.
I hear it over the wind?
Through the wind?
Is it carried by the wind
or is it in competition with the wind?
Is the yelling what causes
the doors to slam shut or open
taking them off their hinges?
A whirlwind of competition.

Humanity; A tornado of thoughts
trying to compete,
being the strongest,
being the loudest.
It’s all so loud.
I lay down low to the ground
hoping it blows right over me
swept up and carried out my door
because the house doesn’t pay for itself
and I must be amongst it all.
In the noise,
all that noise,
all those thoughts
bashing against my own
and I feel an ill
come over me.

Humanity: A disease
inflicted of the constant thoughts
and the need to belong.
I thought I had found
a way out of it
although the wind blows me over
sweeping me away
and I thought the stronger I became
the harder it’d be
to carry me off
and yet
I must
because it’s about the number.
It’s about the need to be wanted.
It’s about a need to pay the bills,
that vanishes the desire
of just staying in
rather I must leap within
the noise and add more
and more
as the world is yelling out
mixing us all
and obliterating the silence.

Thanks for reading
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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