i sometimes have a big feeling that i think too much.
thoughts swirl like cotton candy in my brain. there's no end to it. at night i lie, eyes wide open i watch the thoughts as they fly across the darkness of my lids sleep finds another door, shaking an angry fist toward my direction my lips lift in a surprised smile and i collect my thoughts in my hands i caress them. i compliment them. i kiss them. "thank you", i say. for, without these thoughts i would be empty. empty. empty.