these thoughts
are but quick little things,
they pass by
in the blink of an eye
if you don't look closely for it,
they may leave as quickly
as they arrived
these thoughts are tangled and intertwined
they are confusing,
and they are mine
I cannot state how they come through,
it is impossible to know the truth
among these thoughts and their meaning
if for once you look around,
you might see something
that you have never before found
but also, if for once, you look around,
you might just see
the world for what it has come to be,
a breaking reality
perhaps these thoughts
are but questions,
a small mind among millions
a wanderer of the world and its ways,
and of all the "why"s left to burn away
in the ashes of all the stories forbidden,
forgotten, untold, and hidden
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
