it's odd how thoughts hit me then flit into nothingness.
those thoughts are brilliant, i assure you, but possibly because i've the makings of a genius - those thoughts don't stay for long. maybe those thoughts aren't mine, aye.
almost like borrowed meat, the idea's held in my hands for a while, bit of a corner to chew and savour its taste and quality.. but when i try to take it for my own (scribe it), it promptly disappears. maybe i'm blessed to catch glimpses into others' floating bits of psyche but at the same time cursed because i can't bloody tap into them.
maybe i'm just forgetful.
distractable, even. it's disturbing how..
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