Writing is therapy for me. It helps to complete thoughts that have no meaning, or that have no end... until they do. I'm not sure even I understand that. Something will reach out and grab me. Then it won't let go. Sometimes for 15 minutes, more often for days or even weeks. The short ones release and disappear. I find myself at times trying to remember what they were. The longer, deeper thoughts trouble me.
Like eyes. Just the thought of someone's eyes triggers something deep in my soul. Windows do the same thing...
Eyes of deep blue peace
Only to be found
Only in Need
The love is sweet
That was one of the most beautiful sets of eyes I've ever well... laid eyes on.