Gathering Thoughts
I drill down into the paper
Words words words
They spill
But they do not form
I’m trying to gather my thoughts
I’m trying to gather my thoughts
I’m trying to gather my thoughts
I’ll turn them into a book
With a format and a title
The story hasn’t changed much
But the words don’t stick to the page
They do not form
I’m thinking of how the Fall smells
The earth as it grows colder
Seasons change in a repetative motion
I’m trying to calculate the functions
and the patterns in the air
They do not form
Oh well
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Blankets
I see dots on the ceiling
In the middle of the night I try to grasp onto a feeling
My fingers wrap into the blanket
I’m waving myself into a thought process
Reaching out to the universe, I beg
Please understand I don’t have the control
I don’t understand the process of feeling
Yet I try to grab onto something that isn’t there
In a place where the sheets don’t hold me properly
I can’t move or hold onto ideas anymore
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About the Creator
Sprat
Welcome to my journal. There's a bit of everything here. Trying to focus on the good.
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