Dawning Creations

Don’t comprehend this emotion, blank expression, keep it simplistic and follow. I repeat to myself.

This is a change, or a merry fallacy chosen to depict this life, empower the nameless.

This deviant from my schedule, my mundane reality, becomes a giant exclamation point, bonking me in my head to fix it, to stop this curving line.

Carryout the mundane.

It once was bordering on causing one to be driven insane, now the remedy, the familiar hell becoming Heaven.

This straggler in my mind, who keeps the worry flowing, pushes harder during the wait. It cannot possess what rebukes it. I shove it back further than lock, than key could reach.

This could be a daydream or a nightmare. This realization of cognitive ability, or distortion could be the save all. This could be empowering or causing my immolation.

I won’t know until this settles.

Carrying out the mundane, feels like an extravagant luxury, like hot tubs and sleeping in on a week day, in comparison to this.