I found my mind crouching within the carpet on my dorm room floor this morning. Having lost all navigation, it decided to throw in the towel toward the Northeast corner nearest to the door; it was huddled deep in thought. I got down on my hands and knees, careful to avoid brushing my limbs against the ugly, light pink carpet with specks of black and white that made it appear forever dirty.
I cannot keep any train of thought in this station, but I find when i am hovering close to my mind, I find myself much more focused. It can't know that I'm here...so I try to inch closer, trying not to touch the carpet...ooooh, that was close; i have to pull my pant leg up around my calf from where it had gone ever so close to giving me away.
My mind seemed to be exhausted; it was pulsating and it's color reflected the carpet where it sat...what was I doing, sneaking up on it? It obviously wasn't ready for me. I slowly pull myself up and inch away toward my bed. I wanted to be left alone; who was I to disturb myself?
The room was no longer in focus. I crawl under my soft covers and close my eyelids...but for a crack, through which I saw my mind. It was changing color from ocean blue to periwinkle to moss green to teal. I thought I saw clouds drifting across the surface and a palm tree waving in the wind. The soft breeze touched my cheek.
I suppose I will just have to be content here.
Thought for the day:
Where do you really want to be? Is your mind too full of thoughts to let yourself go and be content where you are?
I cannot keep any train of thought in this station, but I find when i am hovering close to my mind, I find myself much more focused. It can't know that I'm here...so I try to inch closer, trying not to touch the carpet...ooooh, that was close; i have to pull my pant leg up around my calf from where it had gone ever so close to giving me away.
My mind seemed to be exhausted; it was pulsating and it's color reflected the carpet where it sat...what was I doing, sneaking up on it? It obviously wasn't ready for me. I slowly pull myself up and inch away toward my bed. I wanted to be left alone; who was I to disturb myself?
The room was no longer in focus. I crawl under my soft covers and close my eyelids...but for a crack, through which I saw my mind. It was changing color from ocean blue to periwinkle to moss green to teal. I thought I saw clouds drifting across the surface and a palm tree waving in the wind. The soft breeze touched my cheek.
I suppose I will just have to be content here.
Thought for the day:
Where do you really want to be? Is your mind too full of thoughts to let yourself go and be content where you are?
