Thinking and writing
and writing about thinking
While sitting and thinking  
And thinking while sitting
about the feelings
(I feel)
when sinking in the seeking.

Do I go round in circles, turn left or right?
It's all the same, the path leads straight to you.
Was it something I said? Were my words too heavy?
Or was the silence too loud?
Spoke my truth with everything I felt.
Isn't it funny how you're so peaceful,
While I'm lost in thought.
— No shift, no change, you're still the same,
While I’m stuck here spinning out of control!
You’ve carried on with ease.
But the space is still occupied by you,
Time ticks, seconds pass —
waiting for your countdown.
Beyond reason, I still believe,
This is hopelessly a state of flux.

10-12-24

when do you stop crossing my mind
what day
what hour
what time

Rose blood red,
Pricked my finger,
Now the feeling's trapped in my head.

I think it felt okay,
But that's not okay,
I'll save my silly thoughts,
So you know I'm okay.

It's been a while.
The birds keep chirping in the distance,
their melody steady, familiar.
I glance to the side, observing it all.
Was it the atmosphere that had changed,
or was it my heart whispering a thought?

I look down,
lost in reflection,
turning it over and over in my mind.
Now it feels like a cycle—
too many thoughts,
too many wanderings,
looping endlessly.

You like thought puzzles?
Well consider this,

A boy and a girl
Board a train
Desperate to escape the rain
And bump into each other
Due to one hour of travel
Because of one hour of time
A man and a woman walk out