I wonder what is happening up there. I wonder how the waves crash and the words melt into formative beliefs.
What are you thinking?
I can't think for thinking. I can't get into my own head because I wonder too much about your head. I think I could be more thoughtful if I could just know. I think if I could get out of my own head and into my own head I could be better.
Thoughtfully thinking of things unsaid appear from the fog of a stormy night where the headlights are my only hope for sight. The illumination overwhelms me into ignorance. The light is all I can see, but I know there's more to me. I know there's more out there. I know the light is the way. But I must wait until the day.
When the day comes everything is clear,
But then the night is always near.
The shadow in the background,
Dominating my inevitable fear.