Collecting Cyclical Cravings ⚫️
Same shit, different day,
history fades but it’s habits remain.
Like a record player’s cyclical spin,
we hear a different sound but it’s just dancing along where it has already been.
Stained and scratched by temperamental tunes,
our minds seem to find solace in those effervescent fumes.
So I fall in line with the music, flesh rubbing up against it’s superficial sounds,
let the rhythm of relinquished potential do it’s rounds.
The history lines my flesh, metallic taste coating my lips,
filling empty emotions with alternate sensations as my mind strips.
One layer, then two, three, then four,
those fragile limitations laying vulnerably on the floor.
Bodies folded beside each memory, lonesome and lost,
somewhat misdirected, hopelessly addicted as they innocently pay my cost.
Random thought: Isn’t human nature a funny thing, individuals can get over an addiction, curb a craving yet satiate that seeming void with another delight. In positive situations this substitute is born from self-control resulting in feelings of self-respect, an example of a negative result would be filling this longing with self-destructivity. On a broader scale, us humans always feel different from those who came before us because our expressions ooze a contemporary colour, however it is humans that never cease to tread that cyclical road like our fathers innocently strode along previously. Spluttering along life’s lines like a record, ironically mirroring our prerecorded expressions, overthought conversations and under-thought projections. Similarly, there appears to be a grand oneness behind everything which aids to ease our logical souls. (If you got this far, what do you think?)