ramble bamble

i push my distraction to gather my thoughts, heaved a sigh of relief when i did but as moments pass i realize my thoughts are again my thoughts of distraction. i keep my hands busy with writing and when i look into the piece of paper they are but doodles of distraction. conversations engaged with others are either of peppered with distraction or interrupted with flashes of distraction.

the harder i try to disengage from the arms of distraction, i get further entwined. resistance seems futile and surrendering seems like sweet escape. as i just about to give in, the arms loosen the grip, the cloak lifts, suffocation becomes apparent as the oxygen of realities shock the senses, numbness disappear and pain becomes real.