I read so much of some peoples work
I go to their profile and just scroll down
Reading up from wherever I land
I'm interested, intrigued, indefinitely
I can always find something to consume my mind
For minutes
For hours
For days at a time
Filling my thoughts with questions and worries, of "what ifs"
With contemplation, I read every word, with some, I memorize every line
If asked I'm sure I could recite ones poem or two
I'm never sure what to do when ones work leaves me reeling, wondering
wondering about them
wondering about who they are and what inspires them
About what they know, of what they might have been through
maybe that's a little intrusive?
But knowing Ill most likely never know the answers
I've become okay with just wondering, pondering, the possible "what ifs" and "how's"
It's become a hobby, more of a habit, really, when happening upon something amazing
I read it again and again
until its stuck in my head
like a song with a catchy tune stuck on repeat
I don't mind
but it does make me think