Thoughts and Poems are the Same Thing

stuck

Do you ever feel stuck in the present?
That you can see your future so clearly,
But can't seem to get there?

That you have to sit and wait for the events to unfold.
The events that write your life.
But you aren't patient enough?

Do you ever feel like you want to sink
Into a corner and live alone forever?
But know that you would miss love?

That you know you are a wandering soul
Who needs to be embraced and held tight,
But you don't want to lose your ability to fly?

Do you ever feel like your heart is going to burst?
That you love him so much it burns?
But you have no idea what he thinks of you?

That he might never think of you,
Or that he might love someone else,
But you keep loving him anyway?

Do you ever feel like crying and laughing,
With yourself inside your own head,
But wishing you had someone to share your thoughts with?

That you have so many inside jokes with yourself that want to be outside jokes?
But you keep them to yourself anyway?

Do you ever feel like no one would understand them anyway?
But want to share them just in case?

That your brain is such a complicated place?
That he couldn't possibly want to be inside,
But think that maybe he'd want to share that space...

And then remember that he is only human too
And so is everyone around us
Everyone drowning in thoughts like these, not knowing that they are sinking?
Not knowing that they are stuck?

A/N: thanks for reading my thoughts. They've been pouring out recently. If you want to read something other than poems, check out my novel The Summer of Ross and Wynn...it's just a big old thought anyway :)