Thoughts

Thoughts

She says: It's just a thought, I don't know where it came from. But what do I do with it, if it comes back?

He says: Interestingly, I have the same problem. I could obsess, repress, digress. Or just accept it as worthwhile? What was I thinking anyway…

She says: I can't afford to have thought's like this, I can visit the past, but to stay there will burn my soul. But I can't seem to push myself to leave, so the thought's keep coming back, and again I don't know what to do with them.

He says: Yet they appear again and again, it takes such energy to change the subject so I can ignore them...

She says: Even if I was to try, to push the thoughts aside, they linger in the corner of the room, they follow me down the street, hiding in the shadows, just waiting until I finally gain peace of mind, and then they appear again, just the same thoughts…

He says: Like caustic pumice stone they abrade serenity, every time I give them the slip, they jump me from behind. Perhaps if I ran backwards I'd be safe for a time?

mfc '13 & - Nj'~13*