Have you ever tried to sit really still? On the floor, in a chair, on the bed? Non-moving, and silent as a rock.
You see I had imagined all our thoughts spewing forth from its mouth, like confetti, all those complicated ideas we had of ourselves. The ones we try to out grow, leave behind and find again. The temptation is like air expanding along my neuron paths, tiny thunderous vibrations.
I can hear them moving across the telephone lines, trying to find their way around wires and electric poles, into your heart that will not call my name.
That's an interesting way to think of everyone's thoughts... Confetti- I can see it.. Scattered all over, nonsensical unless u are the intended and even then, it can still be nonsensical! lol
ReplyDeleteOh my....grasping, telling, charming, wonderful! Must read again :)
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