Azure the Colour of Blue

 My mind has become a transit station for fleeting thoughts, each arriving and departing too quickly for me to fully grasp. They slip away before I can observe them, leaving me feeling ungrounded, lost, and drowning within myself. I can’t keep up, and in the wake of their passing, I am left with silence. All I seem able to talk about is myself and what I experience, and even those words feel exhausted—worn thin from overuse. There isn’t much left to say, yet there’s so much I long to do, so many things I yearn to experience—things that might pull me out of this cycle of transient thoughts. But perhaps the answer isn’t escape. Maybe I need to embrace the fleeting nature of these thoughts, to learn to wade through their currents rather than be swept away. I wonder if, in doing so, I might find my voice again—the words I’ve been searching for and so much more—in the experiences I long to have. Right now, I have no questions to ask, no ideas I’m eager to share. I feel hollow, as thou...