Mindless Soul of a Mind Gone Mad

Days…

Or is it minutes, seconds —

it’s hard to tell anymore.

The colours around you start to fade,

not gone, just muted,

like someone turned the world down a notch

without asking.

And somewhere between the quiet

and the confusion,

you feel yourself slipping

into a place you didn’t plan to go.

There are moments like this, when the mind starts wandering off on its own path. It picks up old worries, old memories, old shadows — anything it can grab. It runs wild, not because you’re losing control, but because you’ve been holding everything together for too long.

Yet even in this strange blur, your soul doesn’t disappear. It sits beneath the noise, steady in a way the mind isn’t. It waits for you to come back to yourself. It doesn’t rush you or demand clarity. It just stays — quiet, patient, familiar.

And maybe that’s the truth hidden in the chaos:

you’re not falling apart.

You’re just tired.

You’re just human.

You’re just trying to find your footing in a world that doesn’t always make room for you to breathe.

The mind can run in circles.

The soul knows its way home.

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