Sometimes, too often, the thoughts in my head get so muddled up I can’t make any sense of anything.

It’s like I’m working on a mystery to figure out how my memories and my present life are supposed to fit together.

I get confused and start to feel like something’s wrong and maybe I’m missing a vital clue that’s keeping me from understanding it all.

Sometimes I think I’m doing everything wrong and I’m incredibly stupid because the answers are right in front of me but I can’t see it.

I don’t get it, I don’t understand, and it’s not because a piece of the puzzle is out of place.

It’s just because my mind is hazy and all this outside noise makes it hard to concentrate

I start to wonder who I even am and if anything even really matters anyway.

Maybe I’m just wasting my time and overthinking everything, or not thinking enough.

There’s no answers to my questions, why are we here? Why are some of us good and some of us evil?

Or are we all just nothing, floating on a ball in space. There is no meaning.

Then why do I have the ability to ponder if there’s no reason for it? It doesn’t make any sense.

And then, suddenly, I wake up. The last few days were just chaos in my mind. Running circles for no reason.

Now I can chill and relax. Enjoy the sunshine and the clouds. Have a glass of tea and think about where the fuck tea came from?