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.