#wanderingthoughts
I walk the edge of an unwritten thought,
where silence leans forward, listening,
a place where half-dreams scatter
like sparks from a fire you can’t see.
Some days, the world feels stitched together
with threads pulled from old laughter;
other days, it unravels quietly
like a sweater worn at the elbow.
Still, I wander—
through the hush before rain,
through the echo of a name I almost forgot I loved,
through the soft rebellion of wanting more.
And in that wandering
I find small truths:
that hope is a stubborn gardener,
that loneliness has a gentle voice,
that poems bloom best
where rules loosen their collars
and let the heart breathe.
So here I stand,
palms open to whatever arrives –
a word, a spark, a trembling line,
and I welcome it like a long-lost friend
returning with sparks
from the place where the unwritten waits.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
My thoughts tormenting me
Thinking of the worst to come
How long until I fall apart
Slowly losing myself
Discarding my hopes and dreams
Succumbing to the numbness
My worst fears tearing me apart
Soul crushed and mind bruised
Pondering on what I should do
Stuck in the void that is my mind
Wandering thoughts to pass the time
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Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 12:23 AM UTC