A comfortable zone.

50% the efforta comfortable zone to fit myself within enough effort to finish a task and I break awayallowing myself within the worlds residing in my brain.The buildings growing larger built and destroyed within minutes switching and changing with my moodswhich rapidly change. Development has large plansthat I must fill here in my home base.TheContinue reading “A comfortable zone.”

A sickness inside.

It started off as an invasionships in the shape of opinions carrying words as cargomissiles shot offloaded of angst and hostility. Through the openings the missiles created the ships entered allowing the habitants to wanderoff the boats they went. As they drilled their words internallybusting open the doorsto the place the brain stayedthey began aContinue reading “A sickness inside.”

Endless conversations.

Did I speak right?Did I type that offensively?Should I erase a word?Fill another in,add moreor take a few away? No, I’ll just hit sendand I’ll stop worrying, is it rightis it offensive is it the right context?Will they understandwill they interpret it differently?Yes they will because they are not meand I am not them. HoldingContinue reading “Endless conversations.”

How do you make sense of your brain?

How do you make sense of your brain?You write it down short sentenceslong sentences scrambled wordsconcrete factsfictional scenarios.Working between life and obligation a few lines hereand a few lines there. You re-readlike damn this still makes no sense a simple shrugyou click share. Thanks for reading. -Temperamentally Tina

Grab the lighter.

Conversations and wordsstories of childhoodthe past is on the pages certain parts forgotten and those pages rippedand worn outby decadesupon decadesupon decades. Grab the lighterwe can burn them not because they’re filled of shame or horror stories they’re not simply because it gets cold at night and the warmth of the fire will keep usContinue reading “Grab the lighter.”

Conversations don’t connect.

Conversations don’t connectas if there is a wire in my brainthat has been severedand no current can get through. When people speakthe signal is often weakand my ears they can’t carry all the words chopping a few through as the rest fall outand tumble out never entering my brain. I feel overwhelmed trying to fillContinue reading “Conversations don’t connect.”

I’d still be alive right?

I’m alive because I am breathing I’m alive because my heart is still pumping I’m alive and with that I’m able to thinkbecause my brain is still intact.What happens if it isn’t?If I’m comatoseI’d still be alive right?My brain would still be thinking,only I’d be dreaming on the constant and I think does my lifeContinue reading “I’d still be alive right?”

I may become you.

My brain is what keeps me thinking as mealthough if you hit it just righthard enoughshaking it within its homemaybe cracking off a piece and placing your hands upon itgripping tighter juggling itconfusing italtering ityou’ll change meand then I may become youand I’d no longer think for hoursabout how much I dislike the normbecause theContinue reading “I may become you.”

Are we suppose to recycle the old ones?

I have memoriesthat I see play as I’m staring at something else and I’m left to wonder if my memories would stay the same if I had another perspective shifting my view into the other would I have felt sad instead of happyor happy instead of sad and as I stare at the picture internallyContinue reading “Are we suppose to recycle the old ones?”

Never does the boss take a day off.

The boss keeps the blood from curdling by telling its worker to keep pumpingThe boss keeps the carbon-dioxide from building by reminding its worker to exhale The boss keeps the toxins from residing by telling its worker to cleanse. Never does the boss take a day offuntil it’s time for the body to retireand allContinue reading “Never does the boss take a day off.”