I can't stop thinking
I can't stop feeling this way
It's empty in here
Not dark
Not sad
Empty thanks to the thoughts
Wandering all so silently
Ready to take their chanceWhen thoughts reveil themselves
It is not safe.Do you know why?
When thoughts reveil themselves,
Thinking can't be helped
I will think untill I overthink
And then all that's left is empty space
Not dark
Not sad
Empty thanks to the thoughts.
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Ruminate
PoetryTo ruminate • To go over in the mind repeatedly and often casually or slowly