Numbing

Each footstep is like another escaping thought

I can't walk enough.

I can't run enough.

It won't all escape in a timely fashion.

This is what it feels like to want to implode.

To just give up on your thoughts,

because you deem them too much to take.

Typically when we get to this point,

we drink it away.

Food, alcohol, pot, cigarettes...

...whatever your numbing of choice,

it does the trick.

Do I succumb and choose to numb these thoughts?

No.

I made a choice, and it was the right choice,

but in times like these, it's too much.

I am drowning.

My thoughts are too much to function.

I have two options at this exact moment

and the right choice, I'm not sure if my body can take it.

Sometimes I just wish it would stop.

I wish I could be an idiot.

Never thinking, just moving with the crowd.

Ceasing to really exist.

But I don't like to Baa.

I don't like to grow wool

and feed the hungry wolves.