My mind speaks it does not talk. I see the words floating around I grab at them.

Sometimes they grab back and others try to elude  my consciousness. I know, I must miss some never knowing how many exactly.  Assuming the important ones found the way to tell me the truth which I seek.

The truth of their meaning while I wonder how this started in the first place. Where are you going words? Why would you leave me.

I wonder how they escaped. Because when I catch them they are memories of my thoughts mixed with everyone else’s.

These thoughts are fragments from ways I have felt before.

I remember them at the moment, I grab them back.