Train of Thought

There is a certain feeling

One that cannot be described

It is fleeting, mobile

It’s not relief

Nor happiness

It’s somewhere in the middle

Sort of like when you sit

Inside of your room, quiet

And you’re staring at the ceiling

But then it hits you

And you don’t

Think

And you don’t

Think

And you don’t

Think

And you don’t

Think

And you don’t

Think

But there’s doubt

So much doubt

And you can’t

Think

And you can’t

Think

And you can’t

Think

And you can’t

Think

Don’t think don’t think don’t think