A Series of Observations

Wondering feels a lot like the static on a television, 

But the static is composed of loose words and broken images.

It’s a full body experience, clouding your mind, and weakening your body.

You’re in the clouds and six-feet under, and I know

I’m made for something more than this kind of life.

The one where I sit and wait for it all to happen.

And wondering is the worst part…

And wondering is the worst part. 

The torment on my soul from the war between my head and my heart.

The right and wrong, as if we ever actually know what that is.

Unfortunately, it’s all perceptions based on hurtful behavior. Whether words or a twisted manipulation of hormones and technicalities.

Is there a way to break this feeling? I wonder.

Is there an end to being trapped within your own mind? I wonder.

My mind eases, slightly, and for the briefest of moments, I smile.

But wondering is the worst part.

But wondering, is the worst part.