This mind of mine is flurrying with thoughts
That are more than simply
Apprehentions of life and people.
Alive with overabundant "what if" plots-
What if I had not done what I did that day?
What if I were whisked away to another reality?
What if people weren't the way they were?
I spend all day thinking of it all,
Of all these impossible possibilities.
And yet putting it into words
Has become a challenge.
So much to write about,
And nothing actually written.
When I hold the pen
Language, immediately then,
Leaves me.
Nothing but an empty page
When all I want to do
Is tell the world that I am awake.
~♧~
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flares of these strange thoughts
PoetryStrange thoughts, thats one way to put it. A collection of some lines i came up with off the top of my convoluted head. To be frank, I'm not even sure if this is, as one would call it, poetry. The way all this came to be is, well, i think a lot. Abo...
