Sitting here with a cloudy mind,
thoughts drifting like smoke signals in slow rewind.
My sorrows lift like morning fog,
never loud—just gone.
Never been simple, always complex,
like trying to read scripture in shattered text.
Days fuse into years in a flash,
like lightning stitched to memory’s ash.
Always circling around my heart,
like vultures that know where the truth starts.
Confused on moments, long gone,
replaced with dreams I never asked to dawn.
Stationary, intertwining—
like oak roots tangled in silver lining.
I don’t move fast, but I grow deep,
in soil soaked with secrets I keep.
Some days the skies are bright,
like forgiveness dressed in light.
Other days darker than the abyss,
where chaos slow dances with bliss.
I ain’t lost.
I’m layered.
I ain’t broken.
I’m weathered.
This mind ain’t clear,
but it’s mine.
And every cloud
still lets me shine.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 11:54 AM UTC
Sitting here with a cloudy mind,
thoughts drifting like smoke signals in slow rewind.
My sorrows lift like morning fog,
never loud—just gone.
Never been simple, always complex,
like trying to read scripture in shattered text.
Days fuse into years in a flash,
like lightning stitched to memory’s ash.
Always circling around my heart,
like vultures that know where the truth starts.
Confused on moments, long gone,
replaced with dreams I never asked to dawn.
Stationary, intertwining—
like oak roots tangled in silver lining.
I don’t move fast, but I grow deep,
in soil soaked with secrets I keep.
Some days the skies are bright,
like forgiveness dressed in light.
Other days darker than the abyss,
where chaos slow dances with bliss.
I ain’t lost.
I’m layered.
I ain’t broken.
I’m weathered.
This mind ain’t clear,
but it’s mine.
And every cloud
still lets me shine.