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State of Mind
My mind runs.
I tell it not to, but it seems to be training for a marathon at the moment.
It runs more than a mile a minute.
I could be doing one thing at a time, but its still multitasking.
My mind is constantly playing, like tv static in my head.
The thoughts get cramped up in my tiny skull,
That they move down and throughout my body.
Doing nothing, isn’t nothing.
It’s like I’m running the marathon with my mind.
With all of that going on,
Even waking up is tiring.
But I like when it storms outside.
I like to sit in my quiet room, listening.
To the claps of thunder,
The pounding of the rain,
and the wind pulling the trees every which way.
The chaos outside is bigger than imaginable.
It's Mother Nature for God's sake.
So, it makes my own thunderstorm a little less important.
It makes the runner up there stop for a water break.
It lowers the volume of the tv static playing in my mind.
It opens my body to freely release all the cramped-up thoughts.
And I actually feel comfortable.
Eventually, though, it will just be back to me and my thoughts.
That's why the only reason why I dislike thunderstorms, is because they end.
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I was always fascinated by the power and extremity of Mother Nature, and natural disasters. My bed sits right next to a window in my bedroom, so whenever it storms, or whenever anything is going on outside, I hear it loud and clear. When I was going through a period of intense anxiety, I realized there was much more to my feelings about storms than just a simple interest. They really calmed me down, because they matched the speed and intensity of my inner thoughts and feelings.
I know many people, especially after the pandemic, have experienced anxiety on a severe level. I wrote this piece hoping that others would relate to it, maybe even feel better now that their feelings have been put into words, and know that there are others that understand what they are going through.