There are so many thoughts.

My first poem since I was probably about 9 years old. I'm 22 now. I used to love poetry. Anyway this just kind of happened at the end of a diary entry...

There are so many thoughts I too and frow with and they crash into each other and then disappear. I forget them and remember them in panic. I write them down in order of efficiency or urgency. I loose them. I put them in notes and texts on my phone. I've thought about recording them. Sometimes I think about filming myself while I go through this distressed 'getting dressed' thing which usually doesn't happen till too late. And I've usually fucked it and it's embarrassing. And every time I say the same thing "right that's it I've had enough of rushing and being late and disorganised. From tomorrow I'm going to change. I'm getting up early and going to the gym." I think it's probably 6 or 7 months since I joined the gym and I think I've been 6 or 7 times. £45's to run and stretch and squat sitting down with weights every now n then is a lot of money. Mum says go and run round the park for fresh air, and it's free.

Author's Note

I'd just like to know what people where thinking while they were reading it really. If they could relate to it at all. (I guess this is just a way of getting reassurance that it isn't only me that has a problem with efficiency, and mornings and life...)