It might look like things are at their darkest.
Makes picking up your burdens and trying again seems pointless.
Perhaps even preposterous.
Oh, don’t lose faith in yourself.
So many things are doable once you put your mind to it.
Strive to find little successes and chain them in a row.
It matters seeing those breadcrumbs of progress.
Believe that you can climb out of the dark depths.
Lift yourself one bit at a time.
Eventually you will feel the sun of triumph on your face.
He danced along his mental landscape
Enjoying the infinite possibilities inside his mind
Allowing his imagination to go wild
Determined to escape the reality his meat brain was stuck in
Writing ephemeral stories
If I could just get a grasp on them
So I am not surprised when they slip away
Pulling me farther into my mind’s swamp
Give yourself a little space today
Realize that you are not perfect
And that no one in their right mind should expect that from you
Care for yourself and give yourself a huge mental hug
Everything might not be okay, but you can still grant yourself a little…
Sometimes they just contemplated their closet
Here were so many choices of things to wear
It boggled their mind how they had so much and yet nothing at the same time
Realizing that they should just get rid of most of it, but what would they keep?
That’s when they gave up and just wore what they wore yesterday
Since it didn’t smell yet
Hanging in the breeze without a care in the world.
As my drink perspires from all the hard work we are doing,
My mind wanders the cosmos.
Making connections that James Burke would be proud of. (Look him up.)
Only the rustling of leaves and birds doing actual tweets break the reverie.
Can this solace last forever?
Kidding. Child number two flops onto me, dumping us both onto the ground.
Well, she felt like she was just spinning in place
Her mind dizzy with the constant whirling of thoughts
Emanating from a Tasmanian Devil like cyclone
Every time she thought she had figured it out, doubt would roll over her again
Leaving her coasting along on thin tread
Obviously, age is just a number counting trips around the sun
Leaving its loving marks on mind and body
Despite our desire for the contrary
Visions of the infinite horizon
Assaulted his tiny mind
Space was nothing like he expected
Though the emptiness resonated with him
Vistas expanded inside her mind
It took her breath away with the possibilities
Everything was there ready for her to take it. She could see it all
Which is why it was so sad when she walked away.