‘It’s all just in your mind’,
they say,
like my mind isn’t the only place that I know.
‘It’s all just in your mind’,
they say,
like my mind isn’t a whole ecosystem of its own.
Within which my thoughts spin around and around in my head,
in the middle of the night waking me up
filled with a sense of existential dread.
But sure,
‘It’s all just in my mind’,
as they say.
So, I guess I’ll just take a warm bath,
light a few candles,
read a book,
take some ‘happy pills’ maybe for good luck,
look in the mirror
turn to you
and, actually, just tell you to get f****d
because, yeah,
it might ‘just’ be in my mind but
when my mind is my home,
when, it’s the only place I’ve ever known,
there is nothing ‘just’ about it.
When it is ‘just’ in my mind,
it is ‘just’ in everything.
And, when it is in everything
it is…
inescapable.
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