En cours de chargement...
Sitting silently in a world of noise, I thinkThoughts that tear at one's mind when thought, though they are there, sometimes I try not to noticeSometimes all I do is think thoughts that are cryptic, or romantic, or in between; what's the difference?They're all thoughts I thinkThey engulf me, sometimes surrounding and suffocating, squeezing the air from meThoughts, I think, are terrible things when they are encircling my mind, just thinkingA thought is nothing without expression and not knowing how to express them is a terrible thoughtThoughts without expression are me thinking