Thoughts

It touches me. How feelings leave as quickly as they come. And maybe they’re always there. Sequences. In constant rotation. Odd transitions. From being absolutely content to lying in bed all depressed. Memories. Flowing in one way and then coming back. Reminiscent. Touch. Smell. I “feel”. A few words, a few movements of your lips. The gracefulness. Inexplicable. Incessant. Never leaving my mind. It’s beyond a thought. It’s not easy to understand. Considering it’s all being hidden. Soul-bidden. Stand still or lie still. And express. Be free.