May 2014
my thoughts beckon to me-
they command to be heard.
the constant chatter of lullabies that trace my dreams are nightmares.
i find it quite humorous.
our mind is our own,
we have full ownership.
yet.
our mind owns us.
we tell ourselves we cannot be controlled, we can only control.
but.
our mind slices our veins allowing us to contemplate the outcome of every single drop of blood evacuating the premises of our body,
our mind pushes us
to over think
constructing a maze,
succeed or fail.
either way,
our minds beckon us.
to believe
we only have two choices
life
or
death.
they command to be heard.
the constant chatter of lullabies that trace my dreams are nightmares.
i find it quite humorous.
our mind is our own,
we have full ownership.
yet.
our mind owns us.
we tell ourselves we cannot be controlled, we can only control.
but.
our mind slices our veins allowing us to contemplate the outcome of every single drop of blood evacuating the premises of our body,
our mind pushes us
to over think
constructing a maze,
succeed or fail.
either way,
our minds beckon us.
to believe
we only have two choices
life
or
death.
for those people who over think, those who try so hard to be thought-free but are in a never ending marathon they feel they're bound to lose. i keep telling myself to control the mind, do not allow the mind to control you.
