Thoughts & Ideas

Thoughts

Its funny how words run through my mind, like a stream. Gushing, urgently, when my heart and soul is sorrow. As if, they are bound together, like rain, that only comes when clouds dance together. When I feel content, my thoughts are as dry as a desert. Sometimes I wonder, maybe I feel anxious that if I write, If I call out my thoughts to come, sorrow and heartache would follow.

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