Sudden Reality

Repetition in the mind, keeping it locked like a broken groove on an LP. The cycle has an engine, add the fuel to make it move. This is what we’ve become; machines seeking nothing but the same everywhere. Morning rise and tumble from slumber. The same, the same, the same. Every morning you have a new thought, maybe recalled from your dream—that ever so soft dream that had you reveling in some distant wonderful place for a while. Had your unconscious travels led you somewhere you’ve never been before? Had you thinking like a genius? Had you making grand plans? Had you happier than you’ve ever been? But that ol’ sun shown through your cloudy window and cast another day upon your weary face—a face that used to be so fresh and beamed brightly with the innocence of not knowing and the anticipation of getting to know. And now you sit there, on the edge of a wrinkled bed, trying to recall just what was in your head a few hours ago. You believe that if you can remember every little detail your life can actually mean something. Some great-unsolved mystery put to rest. But that doesn’t happen here. Because this new day, like everyday, has already taken hold and your precious delicate thoughts are slowly vanishing from your head. You wish and hope to regain them but who are you fucking kidding?? They are long gone and you can only rehash little details, little images, little phrases, little stories, little genius. There are no mysteries in this new day, just another like the past two already experienced. You finally get up and take a shower. The water is like a brain cleanse and you now have completely forgotten everything from your slumber. You are feeling nothing, just the same basic thoughts that will carry you throughout another day. Life now is survival, we’re like wild animals; just trying to live, just trying to make it through a day, a day that will be tomorrow, and the next, and the next…