My thoughts are so unrulywith their obsessivenessand general bad timingas if I didn’t have betterthings…
Brimming with thoughts, yetan empty cauldron my mind becomesas I pick up my pen
A cornucopia of memoriesflood my brain dailyleaving me lost in thought
I slump in fever
Words imprisoned in my pen. Thoughts. Hydrogenated.Mind. Saturated. Like I’m drowning. Can’t…
I look outside my thoughtsand see them from a different timewho I was with youand…