My Mind is Racing
My mind is racing,
producing thoughts
a mile a minute.
I try to reach for one
but it dissolves into a fine mist
wrapping around my fingertips.
I haven't slept much lately,
the thoughts in my mind
keep me awake.
Shut up I'm trying to sleep!
Surprisingly I'm not too tired...
...
okay that might be a lie;
I'm a little tired,
my eyes feel heavy,
my mind feels fuzzy.
My thoughts are
like white noise,
a neutral background sound
I've learned to tune out.
But that doesn't stop
my heart from racing,
my body from shaking,
my breathing from quickening,
my blood from turning to ice
and freezing me from inside-out.
I have never felt so
calm in my mind
while experiencing the restlessness
I get when I have
an anxiety attack.
I should probably sleep,
but I've got so many ideas,
so many thoughts
speaking to me.
Some of them are straight up weird
what even is a platypus?
they're like half beaver, half duck,
half...I don't even know what.
Some (most) of them
are the most random thoughts
one could ever have.
I wonder if frogs enjoy riding each other...
that sounds...no. just no...
I don't understand how people
take me seriously,
I don't even take myself seriously.
I think I'm pretty funny...
I crack myself up
more than I probably should.
I'm known for being
a little sh*t,
not because I'm a trouble maker
or the spawn of some mischievous demon,
rather because I'm sarcastic.
I'm known for roasting people,
not on a spit
although it's meant in light spirits
and it's obvious my intent
is to joke around.
Now would also be a good time
to mention
how f*cked up my sense of humor is.
Nothing cracks me up more
than a morbid joke,
especially one that's really messed up.
Speaking of jokes,
wanna hear one?
God told John to come forth
and receive eternal life.
John came fifth and won a free toaster.
Haha that joke cracks me up
every single time.
I feel high as a kite
even though I haven't used anything.
I'm not into that stuff
if I'm being honest.
I think it's mostly delirium
meddling with my mind,
giving me a slightly loopy perspective.
I feel like I'm floating
even though I'm pretty much
dragging myself through the school day.
I have to work tonight...sh*t.
Well this has been fun,
thanks for listening to me rambling on
about absolutely nothing.
I'm going to read this later
and ask myself what I
was thinking,
why I was thinking.
Oh well, I don't care today.
Bye bye