• silence,
    but not for long.
    As i am thinking,
    the silence is gone,
    Filled with another thought.
    the silence breaks,
    as pen hits paper
    as a keystroke is entered.
    thinking is continuous, unending, eternal,
    and the thoughts are laid out,
    line by line,
    from some random spark.
    from a fire in my heart?
    from a light in the dark?
    who knows, but it's there.
    and until the thought ends,
    until it stops flowing,
    I'll continue, and the poem keeps growing.