If My Thoughts Could Speak: What My Mind Would Say Without Me
Thoughts felt interesting rather than their appearance. Maybe I'm not controlling them; I'm just giving them a voice. Whether they are perfect or irrelevant, they always feel relevant with emotions. Every thought whispers its story to me. They don't just respond; they affect me in and out every time.
Thoughts come and go, not even giving me a minute to acknowledge and understand them. Before I can even think about a specific one, others knock on my brain. They became smoother than me on this journey. They speak as raw as my emotions- no filter, no cover-up.
Not every thought makes sense, but that's okay. Each notion speaks in its own way; they motivate me to be courageous. Ideas don't care about imperfections, flaws, or their efficiency; they make me feel their presence. They exist- loud or silent, it doesn't matter.
Some thoughts have been very unique. They express what I even hide from myself. They reveal every emotion, feeling, or whatever I don't want to let out. Some of them expose my fears to me and tell every horrible experience I had. Thoughts speak bluntly without thinking about hurting me.
Some of them are not even mature enough, but they are more honest. They force me to write them down; sometimes they don't even ask for permission before being loud. Thoughts don't only whisper; they interrupt, they manipulate, and don't even hesitate.
One day, a thought said to stop writing, and I stopped. Suddenly, a second one directed me to continue expressing them. Other thoughts interrupt and remind me of my moments of learning. In all the chaos, a silent notion whispers my goal to improve without thinking about anything.
Thoughts don't need control; they flow freely, making numerous memories. Every one of them surprises me, not allowing me to predict any of them.
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