The golden age of clearing my thoughts was a wonderful time.
I would leave my house at 11:00PM while the sky was lit up
By the moon and the stars.
I would turn up my music and take step after step in whichever direction
My heart would pull me towards.
My thoughts would present themselves to me one after another.
Some are problems.
Some are not.
The music would help to clear my mind.
The smoke from the 1:00AM cigarette would feel so kind.
My mind was no longer filled with the negative rot.
That was the golden age of clearing my thoughts.
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Coloured thoughts: A collection of poetry & various ramblings of John Wallace
PoetryLike the colours of a rainbow , My mind too can be bright. I dont really have a fixed style of writing. I just go with the flow! I touch on topics of love , thoughts , emotions and even life. Mental health is a large contributing factor in most...
