Coffee.

The slow passage of time makes forward momentum seem inplausiblely fast. 

There we were, rushing forward as though our lives depended on freedom, however could we really learn to taste things in life and surrender to simple pleasures?

You merely move your junk from one cage to the next hoping to ruffle as few feathers as possible, and never know the freedom outside your rusting mind.

Hey indie rockstar, that $4.50 cup of coffee is actually worth half an hour of your life. Time that you’ll never get back, time you’ll never relive.

That tough hour at work where you ignored a rising panic attack and felt proud of overcoming a horrible mental condition briefly just paid for coffee,

coffee so you could look interesting reading in a cafe where you aren’t even going to talk to anyone.

Good for you, wasting time, enjoying simple pleasures, still wasting time.

You haven’t even played your guitar in a week, so what if no one cares about your music? Who is it more important to?

It’s almost sunset and that caffeine is only going to serve as anxiety fuel later, it’s rich, robust, and smokey flavor that you snobbishly pretend to know about will offer no solace when you’re calling your Mother about some weird pain you have in your head that you’re afraid is a tumor.

"Maybe you need medication?" Is all anyone tells you. Because drugs are better than friendship and friendship costs more time and effort than coffee.

That roasted bean addiction stacks up into months of hours that you’ve laid waste only to start again and sip that warm thick drink that could be pressed, or slowly dripped, or siphoned into something you always enjoy and always know the outcome of.

People aren’t ever going to be like that, there is no action and causality, no formula to understand their methods. You can pretend to understand what they’re saying and how they’re feeling, but you always come short from touch when you’re a ghost traveling through the world as a great pretender, shifting froms scene to scene trying out a new role in a fanciful new world.

Life is just life, and your metaphors are just more wasted time.

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Detachment.

The early winter sundown, bereft of apologies
Tricks the mind into nocturnal ponderings
My tangled sweater langueur, with warmth’s slow decline.
Has exposed a single stranded yarn, that now ensnares my mind.

Everything I know of, yes the many things I’ve seen
Have a rotten habit, of coming loose upon their seams.
And it’s then I caught a memory, from where I am unsure
Of the thread that hung between us, and how it never could endure.

Was it our calloused words? That came so naturally.
Or our roaring fire, where passion was our entirety?
Every conversation, carried bitter sentiments
I wanted to believe that was just our temperaments.

Was it the crashing and careening of our personal beliefs?
Was it moments of true honesty, that always seemed to brief…
I should have seen those cutting words, tearing through the weave
unraveling the chord that first brought you here to me.

There were times I thought to mend it, tie a knot to reconnect
Though it’s fibers fell through tired hands, eager to forget.
So as the world turned, the splayed strands did sever.
Who knows the length between us now, sometimes I hope forever.

The tattered, broken strands of yarn laying about my feet
From all the loves, and friendships past that point toward my grief
I have found solace in their existence, when tied fancifully as knots,
interlaced into a sweater, to keep me warm when I am lost.

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legallyblindobservations:

The World’s Quietest Room
Scientists at Minneapolis’ Orfield Labs created their own soundless room, an anechoic chamber. Their studies have found that when putting subjects within the chamber, they begin to hallucinate within 30 minutes. 
With an average quiet room having a sound level of 30 decibels, the anechoic chamber’s sound level is -9 decibels. The ceiling, floor, and walls of the chamber absorb sound rather than have it bounce off as normal objects do. The chamber is so quiet that the subjects can even hear their own organs functioning.
Although extremely interesting, the experience is rather unpleasant. Not one subject has spent more than 45 minutes in the chamber alone. Leaving a person to only their thoughts, the chamber could drive them insane.

legallyblindobservations:

The World’s Quietest Room

Scientists at Minneapolis’ Orfield Labs created their own soundless room, an anechoic chamber. Their studies have found that when putting subjects within the chamber, they begin to hallucinate within 30 minutes. 

With an average quiet room having a sound level of 30 decibels, the anechoic chamber’s sound level is -9 decibels. The ceiling, floor, and walls of the chamber absorb sound rather than have it bounce off as normal objects do. The chamber is so quiet that the subjects can even hear their own organs functioning.

Although extremely interesting, the experience is rather unpleasant. Not one subject has spent more than 45 minutes in the chamber alone. Leaving a person to only their thoughts, the chamber could drive them insane.

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