When I lie in bed
I often wonder,
Does anyone think of me how I think of them?
Have I ever been someone's last thought, and also their first thought of the day?
I want to know what their thought was
What I wouldn't do to just be
Omniscient
To file through their memories, relive them-
with them
Get pleasure off of their nostalgia
Know what they think
when they think of me
If it's something funny I did
Or stupid
Or cute
Or annoying (maybe not this one)
But one thing hinders me
from wishing this with my whole heart
My mind
The nagging, churning idea elbows into the front cart in my train of thought
and warns me:
"An idea is like a virus, resilient, highly contagious. The smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you." - Leonardo di Caprio | Inception
The most vanilla of people have secrets
As tempting as the front door is
I shouldn't open it
I'm glad I'm not able to
I know things I regret knowing later
And their are some things I wouldn't want to know that I don't know.
Ya know?
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThe collection of my innermost thoughts. Expressed in the most vivid imagery and vocabulary that I can muster. It is cathartic, and it is raw. You may interpret each piece as you please, not everything is black and white~
