EndThoughts

Morning Bus Ride thoughts
My mind is full of endthoughts. What's an endthought, you ask? Well, they are thoughts that force the mind into an 'intellectual corner' in which instict urges you to just end the thoughts. Death, or perhaps what follows it, is an endthought. My religious readers will try to argue this, I'm sure. Try this: step back from your views for one second and try to imagine the nothingness that could follow. The end of you. Darkness. Well, not even darkness. Darkness is an absence of light - this is an absence of everything. An absence of an absence.
That's not the endthought on my mind though. The mind is. The concious mind. Not mine, but others. All around me are concious minds who are all 'I' in regards to themselves. To them, I'm a strange guy in the corner furiously scribbling away in what they would probably call a journal. They look at the world from different heights, different levels of sight, from behind the veil of different experiences. They each have their own lists of things in themselves and this world they are unhappy with. All the lists are different. Some points are shared but if we listed the worlds gripes unrepeating, I haven't a doubt it would exhaust the paper supplies and still not be done.
I suppose the endthought aspect of this is its vastness. My mind struggles to imagine sharing sight with one other person, let alone a bus load. A cities worth. All the worlds citizens.
... Lost my thought, or perhaps my mind abandoned it for some higher sake. Vindication mayhaps.

Lithium and Heart Shaped Scars

Be Still
Just Breath
We can still be all we've dreamed of
The world's an open book
and your mind's the pencil
Keep it sharp
The brightest star's the first seen at night
Wishing is a waste of time
Yours and mine
You and I
We make misery marvelous
a colorful mess to combat
shadows we cast.
Here it goes again
The end, that is
The end of the start
and the beginning of the rest...
Rest assured
the trip is best enjoyed
From the drivers seat
No question
in this ratrace of Mice and Men
I'd rather be a wolf
...Here Kitty, kitty...
My bark is worse than my bite
as long as I'm well fed.
No worries lovely lady,
Your loving keeps the belly full.
Autumn Angel,
Seems the secrets free
We can still be all we've dreamed of
All we wanted
Just breath
Be Still.