maybe my intuition has gotten lost in my broken heart. and maybe, just maybe, that isn’t the only thing that’s lost its way.
the biggest problem with communication today is that society does not listen to understand; we listen to reply
paralyzed by my thoughts that have been over-thunk one time too many. maybe it’s entirely me; maybe I’m in this exact state of mind for the precise reason of my frequent mind game of overthinking that so often intoxicates me with doubt. has this doubt hindered everything I could have potentially made of life? or am I stuck alone all the damn time for a purpose? and maybe, just maybe, if I knew the answers to such ridiculous accusations then I just might not be so stuck in a state of mind as this
the older I get, the more I think of life is just a head game. a game one can only conquer through a constant stream of positive thoughts that ultimately force life itself to have an outlook that only faces up