Oh, my mind.

My thoughts convert into words which i write in this phone.

Pixels, an led screen and a memory card to store information.

Capturing what i’m trying to convey.

To this class

To all of you

It’s intriguing that i have all of your attention.

Eyes are focused and i’m on the spot.

Focused on something i wrote in my bed at 12:45 in the morning.

Trying to think of something clever and witty to say.

As i read this aloud now it’s funny how it came about in retrospect.

It’s a new day, i’ve fallen asleep and have awoken again.

I’ve brushed my teeth and walked out the door.

But i’m not there yet.

I’m still in my room

Still trying to get my point across.

Yet, i don’t have a point.

I’m conflicted on my choices

Do i talk about the awful things in the world?
Like murder, rape?

Or the corrupt system that we all live in?

The fact that someone is probably reading every word i type, as i type it.

Probably two men in suits sitting in an office drinking coffee.

With their polished dress shoes kicked up on the table.

What’s up guys?!! Hello!

Or i could talk about love and how it’s red and raw.

Beautiful and ugly

An experience that exposes all that is pure

All that is real.

Even the riches shades of red can remain true over time

Yet still possess the ability for transparency

Grey.

Two completely altered mindset’s

Kinda like how i can’t figure out what i’m trying to say.

It’s getting frustrating at this point.

My mind works as if i’m the ocean.

Vast and wide

But once the tide rolls in

That single grain of sand to reach the farthest point on the shore is a single thought.

Kind of like how there are over 7 billion people on this planet.

Yet every single person possesses the gift of this intricate, abstract, beautiful 3 pound piece of meat that is the human brain.

Mono. it is one.

How can i think the way i think

When i’m simply microscopic

Earth is only a spec on the beard that is on the man of the universe.

Something so small

My single grain of sand

Washed back into the sea.

My conscious comprehension of this is baffling

I am able to change perspective like intervals

But can only walk a certian distance before i tire?

They say that patience is a virtue, just like instant gratification gets the best of us.

I can’t stop horrible things from happening in the world

Just like i can’t control how love works.

Sometimes i can’t control my mind, but i have more control that i realise.

What i’m trying to convey is make more time to breathe and relax

Think, but don’t over think.