Decay of the mind... critical threshold of sanity? Suffocating thoughts whirling around the head as birds of prey. To not let them land, build a nest, lay eggs in the mind. Detachment from reality of an extreme kind developed through self-perpetuating cycle of irrational thoughts and evidence. Is it decay or insight though? Extremes foster creativity.
Decay of memories. Collaging, photoshopping and constructing memories, whether consciously or unconsciously. Flashing images, jumbled, sunlight filtering through trees. Construction of memories of homeland. Pining for belonging. Regret for constructed unhappiness.
Emotional, nervous decay. Effort with repeated disillusionment leading to distraction- static, noise.
Literal decay- Death. Taking inspiration, joy and comfort in knowing I will die. Death as inevitable and benign- freeing. Dissolving self into the natural cycle. Came from the earth and to earth will return.
Decay of inspiration, motivation, ideals. Were they really there or is it a retrospective construction that cannot be proven or unproven?
Decay of an idea when it comes to be practically implemented.
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