Thought Trails

Where does your mind go when you're quietly alone?
It weaves its way here and there and everywhere.
One glimmer of joy leads to another worry...
Which leads to another drop of happiness, which leads to...
Thoughts and emotions following obscure, vibrant pathways
Of colors and lines and shapes and images
In a twisting and twirling never-ending cycle.
Literally and metaphorically, thoughts have a mind of their own.

elise.writer

VT

16 years old

More by elise.writer

  • fragile foundation

    every twist of inadequacy's blade

    (each one worse than the previous)

    fell in a rhythmic order, one that your silence

    carried in. did you hate me?

    you'd never say so. so blindly, i never changed.

  • sunday nights

    sunday nights are my own.

    old music in the corners of my mind

    pen scratches on paper, ten thousand poems

    two hundred and seventy-two

    little golden lights, 4 walls

    that mirror my soul.