“For the unthought thought.”

One of the most fun parts of being a writer is finding old little pieces of writing that you’d completely forgotten about.
I was clearing out my bag tonight and found a small crumpled up notepad paper, on which I had written this about how I was in a state of restlessness, on the verge of getting a new thought, yet I could not capture what the new thought was. Here it is:

“FOR THE UNTHOUGHT THOUGHT”

Come to me, will you? I have been waiting for a very long time.

Pacing up and down this woody floor and sandy shore. I have been running,

through water and the sky and the knowledge of my eyes. I have been asking,

the winds and the birds and the people with dim faces, looking up.

I have been soaring through the distance and travelling between worlds-

looking for you.

I have done everything and all that is in my power to meet you.

But you are the ignorant lover,
and I am your play toy.

You are the winter sunset,
and I am the blind man.

You are the largest soap bubble,
and I the eager child.

You are the sky,
and I am a flightless bird.

We both have perfect knowledge of each other’s existence;Β yet I just cannot reach you.

Perfectly capable of embracing the other, but you will just not let me.

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19 thoughts on ““For the unthought thought.”

  1. You are the largest soap bubble,
    And I the eager child.

    I like this. Nicely written πŸ™‚

    And I can totally relate with finding old pieces of writing. I was just going through my notes yesterday and I also saw some old unfinished pieces. πŸ™‚

    Good to see a new post πŸ™‚

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  2. Hi,
    I am happy you found that paper so I am able to read this wonderful piece.

    I am not a writer but this happens with me sometimes trying to get the unthought thought.

    Loved it to the core. 😍😍😍

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  3. Wow. I don’t know what to say.
    Amazing, just amazing.

    “But you are the ignorant lover,
    and I am your play toy.

    You are the winter sunset,
    and I am the blind man.

    You are the largest soap bubble,
    and I the eager child.

    You are the sky,
    and I am a flightless bird.”

    Love the comparisons. Mind blowing. Great work, girl.
    Keep it up.
    Wish you the best.

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