Thoughts of my life pass by, I stare at the mountains that surround me.

My heart thaws, thinking of your face. 

Thoughts of every detail fill my mind, making me tremble in the breeze from the north.

Lips so sensual reminding me of a wisp, like a butterfly in passing.

Thoughts of love, always haunting.

Beauty, indescribable passion for glorious fun.

Thoughts of my life, the way it should be.

It could not be, without this.

Thoughts of the Arctic, cold and wasted.

It would be as a desert, without life.

Thoughts of tangible crossroads, a million and one choices.

A bomb primed, but where am I?

Thoughts, simple thoughts often make me smile.

Ear to ear, a grin stretched wide.

Thoughts of what would happen otherwise, fill me with a dark dread.

Dread oozes from every pore, my brain numb and body shaking.

Yet I wonder, what I would feel.

Thoughts of a fake happiness, a rubber trampoline my romance becomes.

Cats in a basket, so alike.

Thoughts of the fucked up slate, as love turns hateful.

Broken and crashed, visions of the past.

Thoughts of words, cutting so deep.

I have a talent, a curse.

Thoughts of the way a song is sung, and how it dies.

A note, lingering and fading.

Thoughts of the memory that you would become, like the song sung beautifully.

For these reasons, I hold my compliments in.

Thoughts of a bad reaction, past experiences would arise.

A defiled face, I would become.

Thoughts of when, I can finally let go.

I would show you, my world.

Thoughts of pictures, tonight I lay still.

Dizzy and black surround me, like a cocoon of empty despair.

Thoughts always on my tongue, tipping out like the alcohol that consumes me so.

I manage to hold it back, always for the fear of fear.

Thoughts of thoughts, thinking about you.

Loving in a black sun, with intensity of a legion of the dead.

Thoughts.