Things I Could Never Say

Things fall apart to fall back together

You are not what you think you are, you are something else.

My mind is just like this whirlwind of thoughts, endless and in spirals.

On the outside, I might seem all calm and composed but on the inside, there are hundreds of stories.

Stories that have stories woven into them, the ones that are almost out there but still have no existence whatsoever.

And there's no stopping these stories, every end to a chapter conceives a new one.

I like it, most of the days when I'm consumed by my thoughts.

But only sometimes, I wish someone would entangle them for me, soothe me and tell me that these are just thoughts.

Thoughts are just creations of an idle mind.

And maybe, I've come across that someone.

With whom, throwing my thoughts around is as simple and mundane as throwing around confetti.

And it's easier that way, nicer, calmer and almost pure bliss.

So, Dear Someone,

Would you run away with me?