Sometimes I think
and i think
and i think
and i think
and i think
and i think red
i think of red and pale blue
and i think you
and i think of the echoes in my head
and the words i've lodged in my chest
and i think of a place
a place with nothing but empty space
and i think i shouldn't think but i do think
and i think again and it draws back to you
i think of brown red and large grains
and i think of closed eyes and dried scars
and i think
and i think
and i think of a silence that isn't loud
and i think of river that i don't see myself in
and i think of black
and i think of silver
and i think of seeping waters and a shiny white tub
and i think of that movie and that one girl
and i think i understand how she felt.
