We all have a medium of habit of bending our will until we burn out to rest. Still do we truly rest or are we stimulated with other demeans instead.
My mind like a layout of a house. With the attic being my unconscious mind, my subconscious my front room and my conscious being my kitchen. You’ll know you need something out that kitchen, so you visit every day. Maybe I’ll sleep in my bedroom or maybe it will the front room tonight. Depending how I feel, syncs through to my subconscious mind. But that attic I only visit such a space when I need something that is not out on display. And when I start disrupting things to get what I want or need it becomes a wave of adventure deep within.
Yeah, who knows how you’ll feel today or tomorrow. What thoughts or memories you’ll bring with you or even if yourself worthwhile is even listening? It’s a circle One you walk in but somehow there’s a difference between one step and another. You’re told it will eventually come together and although I believe so as all things to come to an end even if it means well. Will your peace come at your own expense, or will it be a moment you experience whilst I breathe? It all depends on what peace means to you.
Your solution could be my trigger and my solution could be yours. And although we may mean each other well it doesn’t mean it will be felt how we mean it to be.
Be easy on yourself, some days may seem impossible. But it doesn’t mean we have to let it go. There’s an air of resilience with every breath you take. Whether you mean it or not something within you isn’t lost. You just have a mind of your own. A mind that belongs to you, scars, and all. Your combined memories tell a story that you get to tell and that story could be somebody else’s glory. Inspiring to see another day.
WRITTEN BY JAMIYLA FERGUSON
Instagram:@jamiylayla
FOUNDER/DIRECTOR @POEMSTELLIUM
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