Escaping is short-lived; eventually, actuality catches up to you with guilt crashing like waves.
Your thoughts are far from the ground,
Like cumulonimbus clouds thundering by
And pouring rain.
Life seems to pass by, scattered and wispy with the sound of the wind like a whistling train playing
as you stare at the elusive silver lining.
The pit patter of Peter Pan being lost
dwells heavy in your heart,
As you revise the sequence of the cumulus memories.
As you ignore the malice and bantering of the crowds
Sticking your head above up into the clouds
half-deaf to reality in the room.
You have a foot in a fairy tale,
And one in the abyss.
There are times when we have our rain cloud looming over our head, our impending deadlines inducing stress and our formidable approaching encounters sending trembles.
We start withdrawing our presence from reality and catch the quickest of flights to the entertaining world of Netflix, or to the cotton candy wrapped fantasies of our mind or even that longer scripting of our dreams that keep us snoozing our alarms.
We play the memories in a loop, miss the past essence and the people even more. We find ourselves daydreaming excessively. But Being grounded is an essential skill for empaths and highly sensitive people who pick up emotions from the people and environment around them. It allows them to feel centered and balanced. .
If you aren’t grounded, you’re like a leaf in the wind: vulnerable and thrown off balance very quickly. You find it hard to stay focused, lack mental clarity and would often be hit by unexpected mood-swings as your attention span begins to be fleet. Your mind would wander off in the middle of a conversation, as the world continues to be whirl around and you miss the feeling of stability within yourself. .
Surely the tickets cost our reality extensively as our responsibilities become onerous; being piled to one mammoth of a species. At the sight of the prodigious mess our life has become – whacking and whooping us, we are inclined to escape once more. To which, little did we realize our first step into an ephemeral escape was just the start of a continuous escaping cycle.
Escaping is short-lived; eventually, actuality catches up to you with guilt crashing like waves. It dawns upon you there is no point to drown in your past, sip on the expired happiness and leave your reality to drought. But it is rather to accept this is the life we chose for ourselves and choose to practice in bringing present in this fast pace of a world to experience our experiences.