Thoughts

Talking to myself

That’s my favorite hobby.

I am my first good morning and my last goodnight.

Even during the good moments of mindless delusions when I catch myself at the peak of the wildest imaginary thoughts.

I wish I could say I’m close to understanding the bad ones.

When I catch myself drowning in past moments and words I wished I had said out loud, my heart never grew more extensive than my mind.

I wish I could have a pause—a pause in time where it’s total silence.

Sometimes during stressful days, I try just that. But I only get a second before the thoughts flood back in.

Sometimes I find my thoughts in a dual. I am become trapped by my duality.

My conscience doubts every move my body makes, and my sanity pays the price for that.

Can’t my thoughts at least be private?

I am your thoughts.