Mind the gap
Three words disrupt the peace of my sleep. Drifting in and out of the state of rest is a challenge I tend to face most days. Often drowned out by tiny little distractions from a tiny box that makes noise, a candy to they eye and a rest for the weary. However, today was that inevitable oddball that rest must happen, or everything is derailed for most of the day.
Mind the gap, words leaving the mouth of a scoundrel, screeching from the back of their throat, perhaps a personification of this mindless thought disrupting the peace. Oh, how people command lives so put together that deviant thoughts are shut out of their lives! To have function shuttled around places where they need to go!
Rest is a luxury afforded to those who hold their peace together. Rest, perhaps, is a luxury afforded to people who have set their foot away from the cares of the world. Yet, the weight continues to pile on, try as I might to even move near the direction of replicating these, let alone actually doing it. Detachment is a poison posed to those who keep thinking, caring, obsessing, even, over minute details people tend to miss.
Rest is a commodity which heft continue to pile on. The devil is in the detail, as it seems to be. Always, always in the detail, actions conflict with thoughts, thoughts conflict with actions; to acknowledge fault precede action, yet the weight continues to pile on. Where to move first is direction unknown. To look at other people, so well composed is a failure all in itself, for the devil lurks beneath the detail.
Words, thoughts, assembling itself, drifting in and out of consciousness.
Mind the gap; trip once, and be jolted awake into reality, breaking the unstable slumber.
p.s.: writing this at 4am in my region. i am currently jolted awake again. i was just falling asleep…
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was watching thru a longplay of door to phantomile a while back nd was reminded of those goofy ass pjs he has in the opening fmv
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