This is Sarah and her mind. The mind makes the person and here you can find the dump of my thoughts.
My thoughts used to be so busy
Cloudy with words
They are still as packed now,
but I can’t seem to decipher
They are all over my body
Like the hair and the nail,
They keep on growing
No matter how many times
I cut them
And I want to let them grow
And grow
So long that you can’t see my skin
Or my eyes
So I don’t have to explain anymore
So that my heart is upon my sleeve
Words
What good are they for?
As of Today. Afternoon.
Do you remember? I bet you do. I do too.
It sucks that we do. Or maybe I am overreacting.
April 9th, 2020. Midnight.
I’ve never felt so hopeless than I do tonight
Should I turn the switch off? Should I put this to the end?
I can no longer breathe
The weight I carry gets even heavier and I can no longer bear it
It hurts
April 3rd, 2020. Night.
I found comfort in dark films, stories. Maybe because in some way I can relate to them. I don’t even try to sound pessimistic or anything like that, it’s just I naturally sense and understand it. I do enjoy hopeful and bright tales. Hopeful and bright stories do cheer me up. There is a silent part of me that just observe and listen. It is sad? Yes, and no.