You think a lot, they said.
You don’t give your mind a break, they always repeated.
In the middle of all the chaos I am witnessing in my life, how life is becoming a huge mess and how I am perceiving the upside down buildings, how dare they to ask me to stop thinking?
In my mind there is a storm of thoughts mixed with waves of memories that also drown me from time to time.
My eyes can stare at you, but my consciousness isn’t active on the time being; my corpse is here but my soul is still wandering in the streets of the past, still looking for explanations, still eager to find answers.
My mind is looking for a reason to live, my soul is fighting to dance with the music of life but my thoughts are forcing her to attend an internal funeral, a funeral of the loving person I used to be.
My soul is wearing colorful clothes, but my mind is forcing her to wear black and weep her luck next to the loving person’s grave.
Wake up, wake up, stop overthinking, you’ll miss life while standing there.
She is trying to wake up, she remembers what happened when she woke up, she kills herself again.