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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.




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