
Sometimes our own mind
Has a mind of its own
It disconnects from the world around
Like a spark
That refuse to send signals
To anything, like there is nothing
Alive but paralysed
Alex

Sometimes our own mind
Has a mind of its own
It disconnects from the world around
Like a spark
That refuse to send signals
To anything, like there is nothing
Alive but paralysed
Alex
A beautifully introspective poem, Alex. 🌿
In just a few lines, you’ve captured the quiet struggle of feeling emotionally disconnected while still being present.
Thank you