Wandering Thoughts

Wandering Thoughts

By Oatgun | Of Love & Of Existence | 25 Jun 2020


I wonder as my thoughts wander in between the stillness and the sound of the rain; is it nostalgia creeping in or it is just the idle mind creating something to grasp in the wake of thoughtless thoughts and mindful mindlessness?

Or maybe it is the awakening of a deeper sense of finiteness and useful uselessness? Maybe as my being is small against the vastness of the possibilities of my nomadic thoughts and the enormity of this universe, I might be able to encounter the arrogance of my meekness and the humility of my strengths.

I reckon these thoughts wander in so far as my freedom allows me to take repose in the bosom of the petrichor and the lullaby sang by the lonely raindrops in the midst of the chorus of the silent notes that peek in between the barrage of mellowed and muffled noise of my breaths as I think of what words I am to ink in my mind.

--Anonymously Ken

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Oatgun
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