thoughts There all thoughts at first, Memories , hopes , perception. Nanoseconds of pictures and places. Pulled out of the whirlwind of impulses. A raging storm inside the mind is but a mere norm. In the mind, Where time, time, is just a perception, or nothing at all. Writing, Just the physical remnants of a thought. The only Footprints left by the brain. A transformation to a moment in the now. Given a body , and a duration. Providing more than just recollection for those instances we want to hang onto, for just a little while longer. Or,a surface to purge those memories we are trying to let go of. Writing , The only way to truly share your mind , Never where it is , but where it was. Thoughts No matter what they make, Writings , poems , odes , psalms and songs ..... They simply are , all , just thoughts, at first.....