iN MY HEAD: Thoughts: Good, Evil, and Everything In-Between

My mind is a room filled with panicked flowers, another me and me, running around. My thoughts on paper but never real words, just pictures of sounds, colors and symbols.

No word bound feelings that can be pronounced. So when you ask me what I’m thinking right now, I can’t say it out loud as I sort through the crowd shaped flowers called cloud, mowing, mooing, brewing and sewing the words that try to boil from my lips to your ear.

My fellow I tell you, my thoughts are good, my thoughts are evil, my thoughts are everything moderate and medieval but my thoughts are not to be interpreted, translated or understood.