April 4:
Too many words that I never get to say.
Maybe I overthink
or maybe I'm just too good at remembering.
and maybe I write too many poems
or maybe I just have too many words that
i never get to say.
too many feelings no one knows I feel
and too many ideas that never leave the pages
of my journal.
some people call it overthinking,
but I call her the only friend who i can be certain
will never leave me.
She takes up all my time
but at least I can travel anywhere I want
in the world I have created in my mind.
i overthink
every word
every memory
every regret
every feeling
every ending
every beginning
and every version of who I could have been
if I wasnt always too afraid to change.
maybe I overthink.
and maybe I overthink the very idea
of the disease of overthinking,
which lingers on my skin like the sunburn I got
which has turned my complexion dark.
And maybe thoughts are just thoughts
like how dreams are just dreams
and tears are only tears
and my life is just a life
that I am learning to live,
but at least I think.
and at least I see the beauty in
every thing and
every failure
and every disease
and every ending.
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