the misadventures of a messy mind

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My mind is a mess.

It’s chaotic.

Fickle.

Frenzied.

It’s potted shrimp.

It won’t unpack itself, it won’t reset.

It’s in a loop of why and why not.

A pair of dueling algorithms fighting in a sudden death match for control of my soul.

Behavior.

Way of being

It’s whistles a tune it doesn’t know

And expects me to know it.

It creates anger

then doubt

then sadness

then it starts over again.

Write don’t write.

Be don’t be.

I missed my stop.

Or did I?

I can’t see what’s real

And feel what I see.

It’s decades of messes compressed into a perfectly layered terrine of my life.

And I don’t have a spoon.