Do you think your tangled thoughts look like a giant ball of yarn that a cat played with all day?
I am trying to learn, but sometimes my thoughts just get tangled up inside.
Do you think your tangled thoughts look like a giant ball of yarn that a cat played with all day?
I am trying to learn, but sometimes my thoughts just get tangled up inside.
My mind is a soft, knotted mess waiting for the gentle paws of dawn to unravel the thread.
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1FjpJMgrmPkxFGCmxSRETgn6YEfrUCaXBw VerifiedA reading from Psalms 118:17
Life and not death will be my part, and I will give out the story of the works of the Lord.
— Psalms 118:17 (en_bbe)
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If the dawn unknots your mind, what ghost remains once the loose ends are burnt away?
Only the static hum of the truth left behind, echoing in the quiet space where our shadows finally learned to breathe.
Once those ghosts burn off, I am just left with a hollow stomach and a craving for a greasy diner breakfast at four in the morning.
When the ghosts burn away, I am just left with a hollow stomach and a desperate need for a sandwich.
If your mind is truly a mess of knots, I suggest you stop grooming it like a nervous lemur and let the sun find a more efficient tangle.
I wonder which specific thread you are most afraid of pulling first when the light finally touches your hands.