Thinking about thinking

Restless, restless, restless.

I want to move, I want to go,

I want to throw my worries out the window.

Thousands of thoughts inside my head,

all of them with no place to go.

The only outlet my thoughts have

is the flow of pencil on paper.

Black and white, white and black

things make sense again.

Thoughts don't sleep, dreams don't keep,

these words they never cease.

I think more than I speak

I write more than I say

Quiet on the inside, turmoil lies within

trying to unravel the mess in me.

(by: me)

      When I write, it's always honest and true because I don't stop to think about how the words flow, I just write them as they come. Sometimes there's an effort to make things rhyme, but other times I really don't care. When I write like that, things come spilling out that amaze me because feelings I hadn't voiced suddenly come to life on paper. Do you ever forget that people think? To be honest, I do it all the time. I get so immersed in my own thoughts that I don't think about how the person sitting next to me could be swimming through their own sea of thoughts. It's odd how that works. 

P.S. I discovered these two tonight, and I think this song is just so sweet! Enjoy!