For me.
Stop asking what I think.
I think non-stop.
As not cool as this sounds.
My thoughts are from everywhere.
Might this mean it is not authentic?
I am starting to think so.
My thoughts have been clouds in the sky recycling what it was around.
Absorbed.
My thoughts have been brainstormed/rainstormed and trained
into storms.
What do you think?
Please stop.
Start asking how I feel.
This will come from my core.
I may need to close my eyes and get back to you.
But it will be the truth.
You will know because my body will start to respond.
My eyes will change colors and my pace will alter.
If you ask me what I think, good luck.
You and I will both be confused.
This is how I “think” I have been coasting most of my life.
Where do you think? What do you think? You think so? Think on that. I think it is time.
I AM SINKING IN THINKING. I AM DROWNING UP THERE.
Ask me how I feel and be patient. What you will get will be a lifelong response that sprouts into growth, blossom and change. You will be a part of that because you went into the body, the dirt, the ground. You were unafraid of my truth. My deep. My skeletons. My dark.
You were there.
There in me rests the seeds of my forest. They are wild. They are ponderosa pine and mangrove swamps. Delicious and wet. Sturdy and strong.
Ask me what I think - I don’t know who will respond.
Ask me how I feel, and be prepared to dance.
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