Hmm.. not as many "happy" poems as I thought..

Layered Thoughts

I will never be ready.

Will I?

I don’t understand my thoughts,

Don’t know what to think.

Her thoughts are confusing,

Tangles and jumbles.

It’s… so, so many layers.

Never-ending cyclic layers.

“Help me…”

Who? Who will help you, confused one?

No one, not even your mind.

No one can… make this any easier.

I must persevere and… wait.

Just… wait and… let the thoughts sort themselves out.

Except…

Archives

These… so much.

These things,

From decades ago.

So much… so much random human history.

So many… never erased.

Words wrote years ago, like reading the conversations of those long-dead.

Though… they’re not dead, not all of them.

Some very much alive.

But it’s all… such a different era.

So distant, yet not really.

Such a different time…

I need a walk :3

- 猫