A violent storm brews on a sunny day, internally,
a disconnect between the thoughts I think and the world I see,
the great nothing attacks with calculated poignancy
and a million little no ones have their fingers pointed back towards me.
A lot of names it goes by, the DSM gives it definitions galore,
an idle mind be wildin’ out, creating fake,
demonic children running around my inner self’s candy store –
breaking down all the shelves, they’re giving the clerk hell,
until I restart my mind it all subsides, this grand swell
of my mind’s river finally dies down. Sometimes it takes a nanosecond,
other times the inner storm rages all day, and I just gotta lie down.
Nothing motivational here, just an expression of
my thoughts, breakdancing sideways, inside of a closed confessional,
chaotic combinations coming to crux with the pressure from
not the atmosphere, but reality/society/these phantom obsessions, bro. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 