Thought

On my mind. What a strange phrase. Like little people sit in my head bouncing around so they might tell me what to think. Imagine that. All the thoughts in a day, wrapped up into perfect little humans, trying to get one message across. Think about this, think about that. Battling and compromising for purchase in my mind. Crawling around in brain matter and consciousness, these people live and breathe.

There is a baby, wrapped in a pink blanket, new to the world and yet so wise already. She whispers to me somehow, without making a sound. And my mind is wrapped up in wondering how life begins, so cruel to some and so soft and gentle to others. Unfair in a way. But the tiny baby cries and her mother is nowhere to calm her. Left on the side of the street. Orphan. The world is so unfair.

And there is a woman, a young woman, with will to travel all over the world. See hundreds of countries and things just for the culture and maybe the food. But she has no money, and even less time. Because her world is pushing her to become a mother and have a family. She has fallen in love. And with will to travel, but not with will to leave him. Her dream dies, but a new dream comes swiftly.

And there is a boy, skinny, not quite so tall, with eyes that speak the truth. And the woman loves him. Everything about him. Can never get tired of being with him. Is fearful that anything will ever happen to him. Her love for him shines bright in an otherwise empty and dark place. She tells him, even when he is not near, he is a part of her. And they plan on getting married.

And there is an accident. A twist of fate still in my head. Where there is a car crash...no, cancer... no, a disease... no, an unfortunate moment... no, an intentional hurting. And the woman grows old alone. Never moving on from her perfect love.

And there is an elder. Skin soft and wrinkled, white hair that has never been dyed, whether she could afford it or not. Missing her fiance of long ago. Her child, a child born of violence and misfortunate, sits next to her and hugs her close, thankful that the elder gave her a second chance. Grateful that birth didn't also mean death.

That child, now a woman, falls in love as well. And though she is scared of it, scared of the strength of love, and of missing love. Because of her mother. Because of the unpredictability of life. She is terrified. But still she lets herself fall.

These people, real or not real? Somewhere maybe they are. But for now, just on my mind.

Birth, Love, Death... Clarity, and beyond.