Let me think.

I enter my thoughts and this is unsettling
Not because of what I might think but because it's like taking a boat into a storm, directly into a storm
with the "yes" and "no" 's pelting you.

The words that induce the feeling of being less than inferior are also the words I like to hear.
The way are spoken, as if I am less than inferior makes my eye twitch buy makes my mouth likewise.

Let me think.

The clouds are mounting on top each other as if they are trying to show who is the better cloud, cloudy the sky turning it gray.

The way words fall and into my ears is not a way I would chose and yet it still intrigues me just a bit.
The words that are exchanged are like hearted. Meant to be fun but then again are they really?

Let me think.

The sky declares that a race of water should be held. And race they do. Falling quickly.

Choices are needed to be made.
Choices indeed.
Let me think.
I need a moment to think.