Notes to the confused self

Be eager, in the monotony

of the day lies a crack that 

only some fathom, others 

rarely see, and some 

pass it by. Take time not 

to injure your solitude with 

the reckless pursuit of 

meaning. Not all that 

passes is worth the distraction, 

not all that arrives is 

worth attention. But look 

you must, reason dawns 

slow, understanding is 

an accumulated bag we 

never see. Sit alone 

and pursue the breaks 

in time, ponder over 

memories and their 

fragile corners, dust your 

inner shelf, let some 

stick in your hands for 

a lingering aftertaste. 

Sometimes drag 

yourself out to the 

cobbled streets and the 

chaos, let the wilderness 

of the city drown you. Attend

to the idle chatter between 

the pauses, listen. You have

arrived at a contradiction, 

begin again. Rewind your 

routes and feel the changing

acceptances of the earth. 

Perceive the openings in 

the doors of perception, 

urge your curiosity to go 

on.