A thought is a precious thing. It is yours and no one else’s. It is locked inside your head, echoing, echoing, echoing. Bouncing of the walls of your mind. You can cherish it, dismiss it, despise it. Or, you can allow your precious thought to pass through your lips. Your thought helpless against the sharp blades of more harsh thoughts. No matter what you choose to do with it, the thought will always be yours. Be it good or bad. Serious or silly. Hateful or Likeable. No matter how much you may love or hate your thoughts, they are yours and yours alone, a part of who you are, resounding itself in your subconscious.
Like it or not.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 20.04.2010
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