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.
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