How to make a brain stop thinking:
Eat.
Sit near people with loud voices.
Listen to music befitting of the term "white noise."
Inject commentary into religious views.
Pry eyes off of anything consistently there.
Solve structural equations in writing or science.
Answer questions asked with as many lies as possible.
Willingly develop habits that aren't followed to addiction.
Ache for something that is not on the mind.
Yearn for that which cannot be reasonably debated.
(if all else fails, become irritated or philosophical,
since options never cease to appear
after turning to rage or the quiet alternatives.)
Never give in to believing thoughts unheard are therefore troubling.
Own up to the bitter truth that if everything isn't shit; it'll be alright anyway.
Worry only that worry is not your ally. |
[This food is slime.
I remember this place…
and her.]
[Kids play with fake food, mothers fake with playful words]
[Screaming, blastbeats. It doesn’t stop my mood from sirenscaping.]
[Those flying fish eggs, they’re not fish yet. She says. She must be pro-choice.]
[Out of focus. The hanging lights are helping. I can’t tell where my skin stops and the food begins.]
[Place nouns to the right, people to the left, and call it the neo-lingprism. Yes, that’ll be insane enough.]
[How’re you? Alright. You look… I’m alright. Recount my activities as proof.]
[Spend money again. Waste muscle mass and call it well fed.]
[Wishful thinking. Materiality. Did I used to think this was simple?]
[Maybe it’s fate today. Blame it on empathetic telepathy. Sure, must be mysticism’s fault to feel at all off.]
[What’s that you say? You know how it is? I think I know, but when I can’t know, I know too far. It’s for the best if I just stop peeking into false windows.]
[Sure, optimism to placate time.
You do that well.]
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