Sunday, February 12, 2012

Thinking about you...

I'm thinking about you. I have been for a while. The same thoughts run over and over in my brain. Wait, no. I'm not thinking. Thinking is the process of thought. The progression of thoughts. Developing ideas. No, I'm obsessing. I'm stuck on you. My brain is like a skipping record, stuck on that one line about you, and every time i play the track over it skips in the same spot. My thoughts of you hold so much weight, so much gravity, that everything eventually is pulled back to the same thought. the thought of you. I'm thinking about you. I have been for a while. The same thoughts run over and over in my brain. Wait, no. I'm not thinking. Thinking is the process of thought. The progression of thoughts. Developing ideas. No, I'm obsessing. I'm stuck on you. My brain is like a skipping record, stuck on that one line about you, and every time i play the track over it skips in the same spot. My thoughts of you hold so much weight, so much gravity, that everything eventually is pulled back to the same thought. the thought of you. I'm thinking about you. I have been for a while. The same thoughts run over and over in my brain. Wait, no. I'm not thinking. Thinking is the process of thought. The progression of thoughts. Developing ideas. No, I'm obsessing. I'm stuck on you. My brain is like a skipping record, stuck on that one line about you, and every time i play the track over it skips in the same spot. My thoughts of you hold so much weight, so much gravity, that everything eventually is pulled back to the same thought. the thought of you. I'm thinking about you. I have been for a while. The same thoughts run over and over in my brain. Wait, no. I'm not thinking. Thinking is the process of thought. The progression of thoughts. Developing ideas. No, I'm obsessing. I'm stuck on you. My brain is like a skipping record, stuck on that one line about you, and every time i play the track over it skips in the same spot. My thoughts of you hold so much weight, so much gravity, that everything eventually is pulled back to the same thought. the thought of you.
 

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  2. brilliant. i really like how you repeated what you wrote. my favorite line is, my thoughts of you hold so much weight, so much gravity, that everything eventually is pulled back to the same thought. the thought of you.

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