Life after social media and the meandering thought stream of deep consciousness


I can feel the swell push against me, wash over and through me. Ever changing, yet constant in it’s goal. The craving to push back overwhelms me but I feel powerless when it towers over me. Still, I feel the need to fight. I’m waiting for my weapons, and I’m counting the hours to pick them up. The battle I must fight must be fought with a clear head; with dedication and strength. While it wells up inside me, as the swell washes over me, I focus and I wait; as the waiting makes the want.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s