When I woke up today I feel there is nothing to think.. Nothing to say! I Could have lot many things to say about different things ( trust, fear faith etc etc) . I don want to say any of those , sitting here staring at the screen with a music playing “ people are strange” , I realize the attempt to stop, the need to feel numb , the need to free myself from the constraint of being me.
Thinking is something we all do but I can say with modesty that I am a over thinker, it as always been part of me. The thing is lately I hate this, the curse of not being able to stop, the destine (fado) of being bound to who I am. And sitting here I figure through the thing I am bashing (my thoughts) that this is the problem, I feel so stuck to who I am, that the only reacting is numbness, at least I stop, all the things are still here, I know them, I can see them, but by standing still it is as if they aren't there anymore for the real world. If nobody sees it, is it really there?
Anyways might be going into these abstract thinking one of these days, but I am afraid of not being able to make sense of them in written text, still I’ll try, as I’ve been trying…
