i miei pensieri

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.