Filed under: communication, earth, happiness, hope, life, misunderstanding, relfections, stress, thoughts
A lot of the time I feel full of imagery with no words to describe my thoughts. I can picture it but can’t put words to what I see. When I feel this way I feel like all of the stress and negative thoughts I have built up since my last reflective period have accumulated in my capsule of a cranium. These negative feelings cover my brain like black scratches. They’re all over the surface and sometimes they venture into each sulcus. When things get really bad, the picture gets darker. The black scratches cover the surface of my brain, have infected each sulci and then, only when things get really bad, a thick fluid begins to collect and surrounds my brain. The only way I can rid myself of these scuff marks that cover my thoughts is to write.
A lot of the time I feel full of imagery with no words to describe my thoughts. So sometimes I take a paintbrush and dip it into my dark fluid filled skull and splash the fluid on a blank sheet of paper. I do it over and over until I get all of the darkness out of my head with that paintbrush. The blank sheet of paper might just be black when I’m done, but my brain becomes a faded pink again and that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.
A lot of the time I feel full of imagery with no words to describe my thoughts. I get really stressed out sometimes and feel like every breath I take in is muddy. My perfect world and my perfect air become tainted because of the negativity that you all preach. You say it, you breathe it, you think it and those thoughts escape and you infect my world. But, hey, we both live here so we breathe the same air. So when I feel really stressed out I blame it on you and the negativity that you let out into my world and my air. When I feel like the air I’ve been breathin’ in lately is full of the stressful black lines that you throw out there, I picture my beautifully clean lungs becoming infected with your negative dark air. I can see each branch of my lungs getting darker, and when things are really stressful even the bottoms of my lungs are covered in black. When that stress level gets to a 10, the black air turns into a fluid and fills up my lungs. As if I wasn’t having a hard enough time breathing with my black lungs, you feel the need to put fluid in them.
A lot of the time I feel full of imagery with no words to describe my thoughts. So sometimes I stop it all. I stop breathing and I clear the air around me. I make the air directly surrounding body clear and free of negativity. I go somewhere that I’m guaranteed to not run into anyone that might infect my air and I just breathe. With each clean and fresh breath that I let go I imagine the black air escaping my lungs at the same time. When I breathe in my own clear positive air it’s so warm that your fluid turns into a gas again and leaves my body. I do it over and over until my lungs are a deep pink again and that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.
A lot of the time I feel full of imagery with no words to describe my thoughts. Other times I think I have too many words to describe my thoughts. Either way, I feel better when my insides don’t stray too far from red.
