Stream of Consciousness

my stream of consciousness flows over the smooth at times jagged pebbles of my day, it grows into a torrent of thoughts rapidly hitting against the boulder of your heart every waking conscious thought without a reason or rhyme or any sort of organized meaning flows to one destination you nothing else every other event each and every happening somehow connects to you the turbulent or serene flow of these thoughts go how, I don't know to you what can I do this babbling cacophony of sound this disjointed attempt at existential reality never shapes into formal thought only you I wake, I sleep in you my dreams are devoid of images only your eyes your face no other trace my consciousness is you this stream this reality these toughts would cease to flow if there weren't your inner glow Just so you know you can bathe get soaked to the inner core you can dip in for more bring that narcissism to the fore I adore you my stream of consciousness carries nothing but you Eileen Manassian