liberation of the amalgamated thoughts

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 Perhaps it would have been a little easier, if only I was a good speaker and would have let out whats constantly running inside this restless cage of the amalgamated thoughts. On the other side it just provokes with the little luxuries that i can wrap my arms around to sit sound and protect the peace within. Learning bits of neuroscience and the working of human mind, meant to be curious to further link on new synapses for new discoveries but with the concerning disease and drugs, the self made diagnosis made to oneself is a little petrifying as well. Vacancy in head is almost not possible for me to achieve, meditations to some extent does bring peace to both soul and mind which is optional as being a procrastination queen sticking to the ideology of it makes it not so comfortably achievable. Not that I have tried on this but settling to the perfection and trying to be perfectly perfect without valuing the flaws of its imperfection has led this amalgamated thoughts to sit and just weigh on a part of the frontal lobe and not dispersing it, not making it light and luminous.

Communication is a solid approach to let out the hefty thoughts but denying the fact of being needy of other being or not the ability to be the best of the speaker to pursue the uncovering peace. Entangling this complexities bound in words, I shouldn't be the good speaker to liberate this amalgamated thoughts, maybe my ability to express is on the daily activity I do which unveils my form of peace. Writing just conveys my thoughts through my mind instructing my finger to cast on this digital screen and being able to do what i doubted on grade 9 just feeds me enough serotonin bringing the happiness back home. Likewise clicking a picture not sort of perfect but it matches my racing thoughts and posting it might be a way of liberating the chunks of the amalgamated thoughts. Doing chores as small as washing dishes or watering plants or just vibing to a lively music, listening to great personalities, watching a sit com or a simple startup hobby like crochet, where i dont have to be perfect but this is just to spare my mind to chill out and ease in. yes, as it says let it rain in your head, cause it will flower tomorrow. continue going ahead. your own pace will take its peace.







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