My.mind on certain days knows only to overthink. Only to get scared of not knowing how things are going to be. Only to judge people because people are not always what you expect them to be.
My mind on certain days is a workshop of anxiety. It has built it's floor on a very thin basement, one made with fear. It talks and laughs in the language of uncertainty. It hugs the good old days and does not even wonder if such a day would come by again.
My mind on certain days is not familiar to me. It travels through unknown places and people. It tries to correct life when all that I really need is a moment of silence, gratitude and a smile to see the good around me.
My mind on other days is just me, trying to remember everything life had thrown at me, trying to by heart every heart break, every advice and every dream, trying to have a perfect of everything.
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