-how I View My Thoughts

My thoughts don’t explode on the paper, like a pen in a washing machine. They don’t drip, dripple, but, stain the page with non-sense. My thoughts don’t flow with the current, they sink like rocks in the bottom of the ocean. Giving me a reason to go look for them, and explain. But the ocean is too deep to swim, too salty, too dangerous. So I go, on the repeats, because all my good thoughts, are used thoughts In the eyes of the beholder because I’m said to be narotic and to need a white helmet on my head. My thoughts on the world are deemed useless, because “I’m too young”, because “I don’t see the bad in the world” but isn’t nine years of terrible enough? “I haven’t seen anything,” but stress eating people alive until nothing but anger remains, leaving the sleepless without daylight, and the depressed without candy. And all my thoughts on the “good”, have been killed my evil.