My brain feels like mush
Fleeting thoughts with fleeting sentiments.
I've turned my brain into mush
It rots
It molds
But it has yet to decay.
And I've become terrified yet curious
Asleep yet enlightened
Depressed yet euphoric
I've forgotten how to breath
I've forgotten to remember
And I've forgotten to forget.
But my brain has turned to mush
So I never understand.
Fleeting sentiments become fleeting thoughts
And fleeting thoughts become unspoken words.
And in this state of confusion, fear, curiosity, tiredness, sadness, euphoria
MUSH
I reach bliss.
Fleeting sentiments are fleeting thoughts
And fleeting thoughts are unspoken words
And unspoken words are silence
And silence
Is bliss.
The infamous little death
Perhaps
This
Is
it.
