A Random Thought — ART 4
I wish the sun and moon were my only thoughts.
But it’s not just them. It’s the howling winds, the thunderclouds, and the stormy seas.
I love the twinkling stars. I used to. But now they have taken over my sleepless nights. While they take turns to shine bright, I try to fix them to create a recognizable pattern. A constellation for my mind. The one that stitches my thoughts. But, I have to dismantle the arrangement. It’s not an agreement, it’s a compulsion, it’s an obsession. I move them around to create the same pattern.
All over again. Again. And again.
It’s finally morning and the winds are here. I wish. I wish.
The sun and moon were my only thoughts.