Tethered

There are times when I am plagued by thoughts. They consume how I interact with sounds and touch, how my mind wanders through days and nights. One would think I’d find means of distraction, take the steps necessary to ground myself in rationality. Surely, this could be prevented or thwarted? But this incapacity is something I savor. I revel in this plague. I cherish the feeling of my mind being infected by these thoughts. It is for myself, it is mine, and I will keep it that way, so let me enjoy my masochism.