Untitled, Jean-Michel Basquiat, 1984
My mind races, this is bullshit. Passing by the memories embedded in my soul with full force, not stopping, but changing the position and meaning of what once was. I try to slow down but not even meditative alternatives clear the sandstorm. What race am I in? Who or what am I challenging? Reality is, this race has no purpose. It wouldn't be such a burden if this speed didn't distort all other dimensions within my being. Where I am trying to end...
They say the fastest possible speed at which energy or information can travel-according to special relativity- is the speed of light: approximately 1079 million kilometers (671 million miles) per hour. You can understand why I'm in such a daze-and confused-my energy level is shot and my heart is losing its child-like vitality.
A friend not long ago said, "Jess you think too much, just learn the simplicity of chilling." I thought I did, but sadly, I have no clue. Sorry Mr. Tower.
Feel free to give me some tips, I've got a wrinkle in my heart.
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