Have you ever been a walking contradiction?
Or a sitting one rather?*
For walking implies movement and
I don't feel I'm going much anywhere these days.

I told a friend Id see a therapist
For one reason-
That "I've grown to become lonely,
Yet I'm more comfortable being on my own".

Complacency - the silent killer

Wake up.
Be a good person.
Go to bed.
-and that just isn't enough anymore.

I know what that means,
I'm just afraid to admit it.

At what point does declaring your fear make it any less of what it is?
Because I know what I'm afraid of
And for the night it's still here.

Patience;
Like the answer within a lucky eight ball,
the word submerges to the surface.
Upon meditating the previously proposed question.

Is it foolish to be afraid when you know all will be well?
Or more foolish to fall under such a notion?

We forget how powerful fear can be,
how quickly it becomes the thief of will.

I was swimming beneath the ocean, the silence providing my comfort, the break acting as my disguise, the waves standing guard
Finally, I was able to think, to really think about the world that was spinning, the time that was ticking, and my heart that was beating
The fish swam past me wondering why I was holding my breath in agony when I could just swim to the surface and breathe again, but they were never going to understand, because time doesn't exist to them.
Time doesn't exist to them
Time doesn't exist to them
Time doesn't exist to them
it all made sense as the water continued taunting me submitting to the current, and the seconds of air remaining in my lungs swam away safely to the surface
The shackles of time are a prison of our own creation, and we waste our lives swimming in our existence trying to unders
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[noun: /ärmˌrest/]
The repelling force between two magnets.