5ive Minute Thoughts #1
I’m numb.
It’s not my destination, it’s my emotions, or rather lack there of. I’m entering a state of euphoria; where I’m both, invisible to stress and inaudible to pessimism. While my body decides to relax, my mind chooses to react, more creatively than usual. I’m overworked and overwhelmed with self-made expectations, second-guessing who benefits from my decisions more, others or myself? Too often, do I question, am I becoming who I’m supposed to be? Am I headed towards the direction where my happiness is located? I can’t afford to fail; my success symbolizes my gratification to those who love me. This is my sanctuary, how I maintain my sanity. Introduced by motivation, my creativity is actively socializing with my inspiration. I deserve this: I grind too hard, and I struggle too much. I need to air out this negativity within, while simultaneously breathing in the smoke of a burden reliever. Inhale. Exhale. Routinely repeat the procedure.
This is why I get high everyday.
Sincerely,
The Daily Smoker
noterized by: @chrisakachise
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