Memories of yesterday’s love
Loneliness - Think how many are out there, sitting alone in the dark, wondering. The mind ever so powerful with emotion, it eats the insides. So extreme it is felt in the bones.
How so many lay frustrated and angry in isolation their souls feel the need to scream. The mind ever so strong. It controls you until you buckle. Hands on ears begging the inner beat to stop.
The pits of all agony are revealed. When one aches to crawl underground and hide from these thoughts. Affecting one's thinking process allowing one to be stuck in an endless moment. It echoes in the head over and over again.
Then a pause to inhale and exhale. Disappointment for allowing the mind to be so impulsive and out of control. Then for a slight second memories of lost love. In a peaceful routine until the mind starts to wander again. It is an affliction to think so damn much.
If one could, tie a lasso over one's thought process and sift only those loves that matter, life would be less painful. Pitched with a curve ball then a fast ball. Attempts to second guess an action to swing into happiness fails. This is the mind, complicating things that appear so simple. Analyzing every moment, every thought of yesterday’s love that in the present seems so clear.
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