Thoughts

Thinks

Hi there, these are my thinks, I like them very much. Won't you come with me and look at them?

*Warning, I guess. It's funny, at first, like a game of Cards Against Humanity, but it slowly devolves into depression. In case you're set off by that sort of thing.

For surely I can't be entirely out of my mind, else I be able to think and walk and breathe; but each day I separate further from a reality where things don't make sense to me.

Maybe he's born with it; Maybe its long undiagnosed mental health problems stemming from a tumultuous upbringing and subsequent poor treatment of the wrong problem.

Or maybe, just maybe, none of what I'm feeling is real or justifiable somehow. Maybe, just maybe, I'm just too talkative or knowledgeable or outgoing for my own good. And maybe, just maybe, my mark on this world is meant to be a stain. Like a coffee ring on a penned journal page, an unintentional scar to the fabric of the work.

May pondering not lead to existentialism; may I think hopefully that this isn't, in fact, the case and one day go on to look out at the sun and not see the clouds.

This concludes Part One.

Please flip over for Part Two.