Thoughts

How do you begin,
to explain all,
that is going through,
your head?

Every thought,
memory,
moment,
voice,
that makes its way,
creeping,
slowly,
into the deepest cracks,
of your mind.

Exploring,
the deepest tunnels,
of your uncertainty,
climbing,
over the mountains,
that are your challenges.

How do you explain,
all that is you?
Is it possible to put in words,
every detail,
of your thoughts?

Your thoughts,
do they flow,
as though on a river?
A slow one,
lazily drifting,
with nothing but,
blue sky above.

How is it,
these simplistic words,
can mean so very much?
When they are,
just a flow of words,
in the form,
of my thoughts,
spilling
from the ink-filled pen,
onto,
the innocent,
white.