39. Dogs and Motorcycles...
My mind is a barking dog that won't shut up.
I groan for it to just stop for one second, but no, no it won't.
It's a constant annoyance and I can't escape it. My mind is the traffic wooing by on the highway, a sound that never really stops and it's always consistent but every once in awhile there will be a different engine; an interruption and equally as obnoxious noise as the cars already wooing by; the thoughts already wooing by. I genuinely believe if my mind ever stopped I'd be dead, I'd drop dead that second because my thoughts have gotten so familiar. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate thinking, I hate my mind thinking. I hate the thought that I can't train that barking dog to shut up so I can sleep. Sure, the traffic on the highway will always be there but the thing that stands out; the deeper hum of the motorcycles; that's you. You're the inconsistent thought through my mind, the loudest, most outstanding thought I can fathom. Truthfully I can't fathom you and that's why you aren't mine but maybe one day I'll come out to the highway and flag down one of those motorcycles and ask for a ride; finally getting the courage to stand up to you, my inconsistent motorcycle. Maybe one day I'll get the motivation to get out of my comfort and train the barking dog how to be quiet, but for now, you'll be that barking dog.