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How deep is the art of thinking to feel the burden of the ocean bed heavy on you while you are burned with the suns rays?
Mine just start with a 'I am so tired of thinking' to thinking about why thoughts just keep building up while more thoughts build up. I might not be the person who stops thinking so to say.
But isn't it a bliss to do so? To think about even how a fallen leaf would feel but blandly despise someone's existence at once. To think about how love warms up your soul yet how the bones feel heavy with the fear of losing it. To think of songs in a way to relax and yet sing and check up on every lyric. To think about how life feels heavenly while the thoughts of why it is not, crawl to ruin the moment.
To no ones surprise, I would surely have a love and hate relation with the whole 'overthinking' term. As many would have.
Now, my thoughts just exclude the rhythm they had before and the poetic part of me has not made an approach to be back in a full swing yet. And somehow it feels incomplete. The leaves are just rustling below my shoe, someone assures me that there is no need to fear about losing them, the songs just play by and life really feels heavenly.
"How could a 'poet', to say, get betrayed by its own thoughts", I used to think. To write something miserable but erase it because it lacks the emotion because I am no longer miserable. To write something sweet but erase it because it lacks the words I would want it to have to be perfect.
But then not being a poet or being one seems the same. To not be able to write or to not able to express yourself in any way but write, is an equally experienced sorrow.
In the end, this blog post content was just a thought for a poem. And maybe it is one, because all your thoughts are poems in a way. Some may be raging, some may be slow, some may be jumbled, some may be whole ballads.
But that is the beauty of it. A thought will always be a poem as long as the heart we know, beats with a known lub dub.
At the end of the day, a foe as such never really left and a lover never would. So maybe, be a poet even if it is worth nothing or don't even if it is feeling like you are nothing if not one.
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Because the depth of this kind of poem would never really be thought about.
🎵- Mystery of Love- Sufjan Stevens
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