Liberosis

I suffer from a disease called 'Over'. 

I overdo things that could have been perfectly underdone.

I overrun my head with suppositions. 

I overexert situations that can be ignored. 

I overreact with insufficient kindness.

I overexcite sensations that are performed on deadening parts. 

I overcommit in areas of refusal. 

I overcare for few only to disregard the rest. 

I overcompensate for an error. 

I overwhelm for them who underwhelm me.

I overthink what can be precisely thought. 

I overestimate.

I overvalue.

I overpraise.

I exaggerate. 

I magnify. 

I assess too high. 

For once,

I want to care less. 

I want to abandon my mind and go to places

Leaving behind overdramatic emotions. 

I want to distance myself 

From this unweeded heart having

Dandelions of obscure expectations.

I want to send my overexposed thoughts

In a dilapidated world - 

To the ruins from where

They never come back. 

I want to witness this Over-faith, 

Over-hope and Over-expectation 

Smelling rancid.

For once, 

I want to see 

My 'Over' -

Decaying,

Spoiling.

Putrefying.

Collapsing. 

For once, 

I want to loosen the grip on life,

With only Quick Fleeting Interventions,

Short-lived Emotions,

Momentary Conversations,

Fugitive Apprehensions, 

Transitory Perturbations.