I still find my thoughts with
you. They’re always wandering about without my permission. Anywhere you go,
they’ll follow. You’re magnetic, I suppose.
In some sense I’m sure you’re
flattered. And in some sense I don’t even mind. You’re a wonderful place to
find my thoughts. I know they’ll be safe there. I know they’ll be loved. It’s
generally a melancholy feeling when I have to go and fetch them back. Come on
thoughts, let’s go home.
I want to let them play
there, and I want to let them flow. Be free thoughts! Live! It’s such a healthy
place to grow. But it’s hard to come to terms with the fact that my thoughts
aren’t wanted there anymore. It’s bothersome, I know.
I’m still trying to figure
out how to break it to them in a positive, glass-half-full kinda way, that
there are other spaces! Go! Explore all those other places. But, they won’t be
easily convinced.
So try to forgive me for a
while. My thoughts are still with you. I don’t know where else they should go.
easycome//easygo
