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.