Here I am, again, replying to myself.
I think I see a pattern, self-life implied.
Sometimes I can’t keep a million thoughts
One thought of millions contain.
Does that make me insane? Impaired?
Deranged? Maybe even Needy? I guess
So. I think after our own billions, life
Constructions, there are gi-ga-zillions! Right now,
Sometimes,
When I’ve lost my train of thought, it isn’t that.
It’s that that thought connected somewhere else,
Where I can’t see yet, released, alone, quiet. Even now.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/4/09
Share
Print
Save
It's very difficult to capture what you just have, an encapsulation of intangibles; this is excellent exploration and excavation.
John
fee
In Spirit,
Bear
"...sometimes I can't keep a million thoughts
One thought of millions contain
Does that make me insane? Impaired?
Deranged? Maybe even needy? I guess ...."
Older I get, the worse it gets, trying to keep a single thought going on the tracks, but it gets derailed along the way, causing my mind to crash in confusion ...
Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
It's safe for the night. I'll send it back in the morning.
-gene.