Words (From Intermission Poetry)
Words they plague the thoughts
From morning to night
They plague you and bother you
Stop speaking to me words
Oh yes, they are words
And they need to be heard
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Have you considered when you’re alone and you have only your thoughts to comfort you or cause you despair? Thoughts are the outcome of our soul’s outpouring. Think about it.
If my mind was quiet then would I stop being? When my mind is loud is it speaking something I don’t want to hear?
I was going to write a shorter post to see if people prefer less words. I can be very wordy.
Oy, I’ve had a beer. It’s after work. I’m winding down and feeling like… some beautiful songs.
Have a good night or day of searching and seeking and finding what you love.
Goodnight Gracie! 🙂 ❤
Wherever that picture is, I would never be able to bring myself to sit there on the edge like that! I wish I could though because it would be SO exhilarating and beautiful!
Same, Ang. I am so scared of heights. haha I’m still waiting for someone to tell me where this place is because I’m super curious. I should go on a search for it when I get a moment. 😉
Thanks for the comment. 🙂
Print it out and stick it to your bathroom mirror or else it will get lost in your list of “to-do’s” 😀