Blinking Thoughts
I bask in the sunlight as the pen drips in the wake of my thoughts. Infinity combined is breaking my heart. I’m no too old to think about the future. I’m not too young to forget. Wondering why, how.. we got here when.. we hold on to… what… I practice going through the motions.. twisting, turning over and over in my sleep.. the fan blinks in and out of existence.. I am an interpretation machine caught in a wash cycle.. what is really happening that I have no control over.. why are we running when we’re all already here.. in…