i miei pensieri

the coolest and cutest kid, made me his G O D M O T H E R.

so many thoughts, one thought, always the same. it goes, and it ends. it vanishes, it stays, but one always stayed. it scrapped, guess it will never leave my side.

S hould t houghts be a llowed to w ander ?

I am very strange and extra weird, Uncannily like chaotic thoughts. I think of thoughts, That is weird, strange, uncanny If spoken Might make you laugh Might say I am crazy But I think It’s a norm Very clique Because it’s not new It is old Ragged But nobody likes to talk about it. so I have made a home, for thoughts, I don't send them out, I don't. I keep them, I read them, I wear them, I walk with them. thoughts, as such, cannot be entrusted. just like this word, senseless, but  again these are my thoughts, which are weird and stale. but superior to me.

unsure, and uncertain. lived that way for so long, still fighting to be alive, if that exists! sometimes I am invincible, more of a Wonderwoman but mostly timid to dead so invisible. it's a struggle, within sometimes wishing to be free and sometimes ______________ so when people ask, if I am introvert or extrovert, I sly a grin, because it is a trick, I am extrovert when I am alone, and introvert when in a crowd. so asking me to choose one, it is like silencing one, when both are equally cherished. I curse my thoughts, it's senseless, so vast, asking and making me do, things I hate to, but I know, if I don't surrender I will lose, to my only partner, who has been with me, through everything, even when unwelcomed. so unsure, so uncertain, growing, with no strategy, dreams which keeps me alive, stress which makes me old everything is ceasing, and I...