Thoughts.
Thoughts of what? Just that, thoughts, thoughts leading to stories, to poems, to songs, to nothing just random thoughts, that in themselves become a story, a film, in reality just a small chapter of my life. My external living �baby�, the baby that I have created, that I have loved, the baby that I have let out into the real world, a world full of fear and hate that will soon be changed to a world of love. We all write about the same thing it�s just up to you to understand it. That�s the problem, we usually don�t understand it creating walls around us: walls that can get so thick that we get lost in them making us unhappy. For I think happiness comes from just being, but this is a story of what came first. Are you happy just being or just being happy? Are you happy trying to find happiness? I just broke the thought being wrapped in it�I feel scared tonight, scared of them. Them being the false polite faces smiling back. I am forced to retreat to my corner writing my thoughts. My mindless thoughts of what came first, the chicken or the egg.
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J. Houpt
