Do you know what it’s like to feel fragmented?
Like your brain has been chopped up into several chunky pieces and simmered into stew.
I can almost see the steam rising out of my ears,
as the wheels in my head churn endlessly,
processing all the data being thrown at it,
from a child’s tantrum to a boss’s email
to the 100+ Whatsapp messages waiting for me each night.
When did I start using my head more than my heart?
My poor, simple heart,
that yearns only for one thing:
The same connection we’re promised when tricked into buying fancy phones and faster Internet,
shiny cars and sappy Mother’s Day cards.
It seems like everything advertised these days promises a feeling of connection,
which never really comes,
So instead, the head tells the heart to be quiet and stop whining;
it’s distracting the head from calculating, assessing, judging, and overthinking everything.
The heart learns to be quiet and wait patiently,
but wait, it still does.
For a miracle, maybe.
For a feeling of oneness that will render the mind speechless.
Then we’ll see whose turn it is to be quiet.