writing Lost in thought

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Often, I find myself in thought of an event, a phrase, or even another person. With these in thought my mind wonders and wanders, always leaving the mortal realm of conscious contemplation. These thoughts serve to be the anchors of every action forged of consequence from my mind, and ever so are they amplified with every moment that ensues. My mind lost in the meaning which it creates with every pulsating second of expansion upon my inner desires and emotions.

 

And then, in an instant it seems, it can all fall apart.

 

Dragging my heart through the muck of torn land and heated war, the disaster and climax of a mind without rest, I find myself with a strange encumbrance which is my hollowed heart. Ever so hollow that it weighs a greater burden than that of a love laden endeavor.

 

Upon every day I have these occurrences. Upon every night I lay them to rest. Upon every moment in between, I long for an aching end to misery and conscious decision in life.

 

-David Favret