Logical Imbalance

Emotive productivity is soaring, but the indigenous feelings have been taken over by invasive alien-like dubiety. I look myself in the mirror and each time it’s foggier. The weight on my shoulders is not of responsibilities but the mechanical difficulties of my physical body dejecting the mental capabilities. None can be forsaken, so now, I grind between the two- like a pendulum swinging between the physical frailty and high functioning mind. 

Superfluous thoughts are as ubiquitous in my mind as the weeds are on the field. A thoughticide seems to be self-indulgent but there’s a dire need. I wonder, have I crossed the line from pleasantly neurotic into annoyingly ill at ease.

I don’t know how far self-coddling is going to go but I need to stop before there are spillovers. Nocturnal rendezvous with my overly functional-dysfunctional self has to cease, to drop the ill from ill at ease.