Taste of Overthinking by Rumeysa Rumovsky/小茹

Taste of overthinking is like a stupid little stone in a rice bowl, 

Everything is soft and lovely but you choose a hard one.

Taste of overthinking is like a marathon, you run and run but going nowhere. 

Taste of overthinking is like a wet towel they give you, right after you accidentally fall in a frozen lake. 

Taste of overthinking is like a nut when you’re allergic to it.  

Taste of overthinking is like a sleepless night,

Everyone enjoying their rems while you’re staring at the ceiling, watching all the bitter stories in tears. 

Taste of overthinking is like walking in heels while you’re climbing hills. 

So, why are you doing this? 

Taste of overthinking is like a drunk man singing and screaming in the street, dogs also barking and cars’ alarms ringing at the same time.

You don’t know which one you should silence first. 

Rumeysa/小茹