Unadressed; Unthought & Unknown

What crushes my skull until it compacts unto my brain and steadily eases the blood, thought and tears out my ears and into my fears is unadressed; unthought and unwritten.

It is time I pour it upon the page, steadily and softly in pitter patters

Time ago I would think every thought til' my thoughts were just of thinking... til' one think per time many thinks had passed and a weight softly drooped on my back. It was subtle and grew just like a thought anew that one day I'd be on my stomach flat;

so I treaded back like a sewer rat going up the pipes which he came... but it was inevitable, like a feather's fall, it may be shooed but it's land all the same.

Was it addressed? Goodness no! All my thoughts, they had to be unthunk! So I'd unthink every thought till all my thinks were unthoughts and I was on my stomach flat, yes, but I didn't know.

I still don't know, have you no attention? My head was crushed 3 paragraphs ago!

My skull has combusted to seasoning for my mashed brains...

it's too late for me.

Reviews

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And that is the purpose of writing for many; getting those cluttered thoughts out on the page and 'unthunk' permanently. Keeping them inside in an increasing pile of thought hoarding just drives us insane. Think too much and your skull definitely will explode. A unique piece of writing, Jargyn. ⚘

[Jargyn]

yes quite exactly!
that which is unadressed, unthought and unwritten is unadressed, unthought and unknown. to others, yes sure of course, but more importantly to yourself.
thank you for taking your time to read and interpret this it really means a lot :D