stories of the mind

Lying naked on a dirty floor
I exhale
the smoke of yesterday chokes my lungs
and I cannot grasp
why my thoughts keep holding on
to the past
what’s wrong with the Now? I ask
but my mind keeps telling me the stories
I don’t want to hear
the smoke becomes dense eliciting cough
and I exhale and exhale…
but the thoughts are speeding up
and then I notice them passing like a breeze
coming, going, changing, flowing…
they are falling
like the leaves falling off the trees
could it be that they’re not personal?

Elicit

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