how can you tell if your mind is tired? the pale blue sky, frosted in silence, all these lights in the distance all a mourning for what could have been. how can you tell if your mind is tired. is it when you cannot breathe through your mouth but your nasal passage clears as molecules of smoke from the cremated grounds fill your lungs chamber. every billow of smoke draws a line and beyond that line is birth and creation, death and destruction.
how can you tell if your mind is tired? when the faces you see every day only become symbols in tarot cards, buried in sand. when the glass in your hand holds a few milliliters of water and you star looking at the individual molecules. carbonation is history, reality is grim. when the stimulated pain in your left temple becomes as spasm. even lying down becomes a task for the body, a bed of thorns and needles drawing blood from your body. how can you tell if your mind is tired? is it when the yellow lights in your backyard become fluorescent. when the faces aren’t reflected anymore. when the world seems a little too lonely, a piece of bread stale in efforts and lies. the toaster doesn’t work anymore because society doesn’t have no fuel at all, let alone organic fuel. remember? carbonation is history. breath becomes a series of short circuits, heart pummeled with a hammer. gravity weighs everything down except the scents write a line, draw a picture, compose a song of your empty childhood. pages and pages of white paper yellowing with every movement of the plastic quartz clock.
what do you do if your mind is tired? why does the world tell you to sleep? how will sleep solve anything? run your fingers around across the foggy window, make those shapes that have dissolved with your childhood. there is nothing that medicine can heal, there is nothing to heal. take three short breaths and look around you. there is no coffin or firewood around here. should you sigh in relief or rub away your saline tears? what is your view? How do you want to not be tired? Complete execution or complete dissociation?
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 6:41 PM UTC
how can you tell if your mind is tired? the pale blue sky, frosted in silence, all these lights in the distance all a mourning for what could have been. how can you tell if your mind is tired. is it when you cannot breathe through your mouth but your nasal passage clears as molecules of smoke from the cremated grounds fill your lungs chamber. every billow of smoke draws a line and beyond that line is birth and creation, death and destruction.
how can you tell if your mind is tired? when the faces you see every day only become symbols in tarot cards, buried in sand. when the glass in your hand holds a few milliliters of water and you star looking at the individual molecules. carbonation is history, reality is grim. when the stimulated pain in your left temple becomes as spasm. even lying down becomes a task for the body, a bed of thorns and needles drawing blood from your body. how can you tell if your mind is tired? is it when the yellow lights in your backyard become fluorescent. when the faces aren’t reflected anymore. when the world seems a little too lonely, a piece of bread stale in efforts and lies. the toaster doesn’t work anymore because society doesn’t have no fuel at all, let alone organic fuel. remember? carbonation is history. breath becomes a series of short circuits, heart pummeled with a hammer. gravity weighs everything down except the scents write a line, draw a picture, compose a song of your empty childhood. pages and pages of white paper yellowing with every movement of the plastic quartz clock.
what do you do if your mind is tired? why does the world tell you to sleep? how will sleep solve anything? run your fingers around across the foggy window, make those shapes that have dissolved with your childhood. there is nothing that medicine can heal, there is nothing to heal. take three short breaths and look around you. there is no coffin or firewood around here. should you sigh in relief or rub away your saline tears? what is your view? How do you want to not be tired? Complete execution or complete dissociation?
a tired human and his restless soul. what can he do, in a sea of utter confusion? what does he do? he knows, we don't.
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