My thoughts are my writing, spewing forth at sporadic bursts, the randomness is what makes them work.
Notebooks filled my room, therapy it was called, put it all down, it lets it all out they said, well it never left, it just keeps growing, spreading through my mind these thoughts.
Some last for years, some for seconds, I write them down, so others,can see a side of me I keep quiet to those around. Then it doesn't disturb them.
