Every day feels the same, I wake up and I feel boxed in, enclosed in my own head, in my own mind.
I fight to unwind, but I am
Boxed in.
My friends will see these lines as a pun, but this isn’t a joke, this is real life, it is my present.
Wrapped in this place, trying to find my way out, why is it so hard?
Some hard things crack under pressure, but the hardest things, the most precious things, they form under pressure. I hope my mind is diamond and my heart, gold.
So here I am in this enclosed space, being formed. Baked like a stoner in his own head, thinking about the multiple realities he could live, yet crippled by the thought of taking the first step.
I wake up and do the same things over and over again, so that Monday looks like Tuesday, like identical twins just separated by the order of the week, my brain can hardly tell them apart.
Slowly moving through life but not truly living, call it oblivion, call it a gift, call it communion with self, if you catch my drift. Stuck in the present, while the days go by, stuck in my head as the time fly.
Now Tuesday looks like Wednesday and somehow it’s Friday and I don’t remember Thursday.
These days I’m weak.
These days, I sleep walk through life, eyes open yet mind closed.
Enclosed.
But then,
A Voice says Hey,
And i reply Hey
Have you forgotten me? No! I replied.
Then get up, and do what you must do, He said;
This is your journey, your life, never easy but always worth it.
The days seem the same, but don’t forget who you are when you look in the mirror; that’s who you always have to remember.
And he said don’t forget me too I’m always here to remind you.
Hey! he said again, today’s Monday the start of a new week.
Thank you Yeshua, I said.
The King
Arthur-Daniel
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