Sunday, December 2, 2012

I can see the thoughts.

I can see them there, staring at me from behind my eyes.

Corporeal, almost; as tangible as the pen clutched carefully between my fingers.

I can see how they connect.

Like strands of data running from one idea to the next.

Pointing to each other; telling me exactly what to do.

And yet...I can't organize them.

They just sit there, complete; waiting to be conveyed.

And that is where they stay.

Trapped in the stagnation of this perpetual distraction.

Trapped, but waiting patiently.

Waiting patiently for their host to recover his motivation.

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