Floating

Here we are, suspended in this life, floating. Not moving forwards or backwards but diving and dipping, ascending and falling. All we can do now is wait.

As we wait for the long desired change, we can only think. Some of us choose not to, occupying their minds with either a barrage of information or blocking it out by means of drugs and alcohol.

I choose to think. This may not be the best option for me, as I tend to overthink, but not thinking is a falsity. My thoughts provide me with an internal rollercoaster that belies my suspended state. These thoughts carry me outside of my life, making the monotony bearable.