My thoughts are like fish with every scale filled.
My bright ideas twinkling on and off,
Sometimes remembered sometimes forgot,
New thoughts old thoughts fill my brain.
Some shimmering fishes fall asleep and don’t wake up,
Others dance and prance to not be forgotten
That’s lovely Kezzie. I have to write thoughts down nowadays if I think I might want to remember them:)
Comment by admin — 3 June 2011 @ 3:28 pm