Thoughts, droughts, draughts, naught but ...

Twisted into itself, the mind has nowhere to go and words are just a collection of letters and letters are just symbols and symbols mean nothing without an encryption key.

It is disconcerting to be so removed from one's own mind; to see everything as a symbol of what you don't know.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Strong words, right or wrong, have you set your quite precise thoughts to beckon to what - your thoughts, your post, your opinion? Not sure how to take your words so must only comment about the form of your writing - which is more than clear an' clean. Your finishing section makes a point for sure. May I ask if that is assumed or known? Not asking for proof but wondering at my own indecision!

[Red Brick Keshner]

That is quite a difficult situation to be in... everything kind of hovering and interim.