Going through the motions.
That’s a dangerous thing to do.
Doing just to do that which I normally do.
That is a dangerous way to be.
Sooner or later I would find myself in a space unfamiliar to me.
A place now foreign that once used to be all too familiar to me.
I have to get out of this cycle of going through the motions.
God forbid I get caught up in the whirlpool. Unable to shake loose.
The cycle called ‘normal’. The innocent thing ready to slowly choke the life out of me.
Just going through the motions.
And, nobody knows it but me.
Secretly, my heart slows in beating.
My ‘normal’ has changed to become my enemy.
I have to get out of this cycle before I lose all control.
Before I stop believing. Before all hope be gone.
Wake up out of this slumber, this cycle, this normal.
Stop going through the motions. Just stop.
Today. Just stop.
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