Poor Brain

my mind is too busy.

i can’t even comprehend the concentration and breathing i need to master this tree pose i can usually fit into with ease. I try to stretch the stress away and push my limits as a human vessel with this new task I’ve taken on. Lately my mind is somewhere else. I can’t snap out of it at work, with my friends even during my morning yoga. My dreams have been showered with things i want and don’t want to see. I guess thats the double sided sword of the subconscious. I see certain faces i’d rather stay in the dark rooms with cob webs still draped in their mindful tomb. My mind and heart act as if they don’t know how to exist side by side at the moment.

I try to pinpoint this awkward separation they’ve chosen to take on for the time being and let my mind wander many of places of wonder and healing. Is the past creeping up? Memories can be a bitch sometimes. Even the ones you don’t want to keep are always hidden somewhere,escaping their cobweb. Nothing is worse for me then to realize my mind is a jumbled mess of pins,needles,flowers,cotton candy and yes mold.                       Black scrapings I’m still trying to peel apart and expose or find the light thats hidden in the dingiest corner.

my mind is too busy.

I’m seeing too many images. Too many phrases going through my head at once and i cant keep the ones i need. they are there then they are gone. I write to remember…i remember. I’m struggling to remember. Yet I feel frozen in these moments.

Poor Brain.

I’ve been paying,planning,reading and researching on top of repaying,replaying and daydreaming.