295 | Zoning out

Mitchel Lensink
Oct 22, 2021

My own hands floating in the air in front of me. Slowly making imaginary shapes on the melodies of the song that’s on repeat. Flat on my back with my sweatshirt only partly on. Couldn’t be bothered to finish the task of putting it on. It doesn’t matter what your question is right now, the answer is no.

It’s full-blown meditation. The repetitive sounds of the piano chords intertwined with preachy words. Just how I like it.I might fall asleep before I see a chance to finish this story. That the situation on my end right now. I hope you’re doing just as well or preferably even better. Time to make and end to this. Eyes closed, mentally processing the day, zoning out.

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