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Thoughtless
The howling of the wind and the glare from the sun…
Here I stand wondering where my thoughts have run…
Possibly into the puffiness of the clouds where they bounce into every crease times of joy and happiness endless moments of peace;
Inhale my life and release my accomplishments;
Storm clouds holding heavily over my mind bringing confusion, attempting to wash away better times…
But I close my eyes as I begin to rewind my mind to times before times when thought was innocent, thoughts were thoughts, and thoughts were thoughtless.
