words
we think in them
turning abstract to ... words
coloring them
picking them carefully, like roses in a garden
pruning them to grow into fruit-trees
streaks of color on a dark canvas
dancing, spinning,
weaving into stories, into thoughts
abstract moments, a fleeting feeling
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Thoughts Of An Insomniac
PoetryWhen I can't sleep My mind lives in a twilight Between beautiful thoughts and insomnia Where is it my thoughts go when the lights are out? a collection of words with extra spaces some may call poetry
