Day #6.5

sometimes my thoughts follow
a simple straight line
and end up in a singular place.
I’m hungry.
I’m thirsty.
I need chocolate.
even I love you.
easy to express.

sometimes my thoughts zigzag
a million tiny dots
without order
a mess of points
without pattern
or any singular
impossible to articulate
incoherent in context–
red, red, red, blue, green, yellow;
anger, fear, jealousy, despair.

I suppose this is the reason
my thoughts don’t
always lend themselves
to expression.
perhaps it’s partially
because I tend to be
a quiet thinker.
But really,
who’s to say
whether a thought follows
a direct and orderly
linear path,
or an abstract
random path?

Sometimes I don’t even
know myself.

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About cjpjordan

A poet, a writer, an artist, a thinker, a musician and occasionally a skeptic, when I'm not teaching or traveling, I love to read and write and play the ukelele. I'm loving life with my Little Wonder--his energy and joy for life is contagious. He makes me believe and hope again. I don't want to forget these moments that pass so quickly so I have decided to write them down for posterity and for you to enjoy.

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