The Mists of Being

Walking to the station lost in thoughts.

A useless collection of ideas and emotions swirl around me,

and I gradually tune out even those.

Leaving a vague existence between aware and asleep.

Time and life drift by and it’s a comfortable place.

Easy

Lazy

Safe

Too Easy.

 

Arriving at a destination without knowing anything of the time in-between.

That time.  Gone.

What is happening to me?

Life dripping away.

The less effort I put in the easier it gets,

and less satisfying.

 

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◄ Spanish Stillness

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