old things become new again

So i was chilling on my desktop, going through my documents and stuff...and i found this and laughed lol....so i felt like sharing:)


I wonder what life might be. With the rising and setting of the sun, thoughts pour in and out of my head.
Can it stop?
Will i want it to?
Never!
It keeps me alive like the music i breathe.
Breathe in. I get money.
Breathe out. True love.
Will i pass this course? Kiss kiss.
Will i drop another guy? No regrets.
It's what i do.
It's how i cope with the everyday.
Few don't understand while others try to and stop before they begin.
I don't expect others to understand my thoughts.
That's why they are my thoughts.
Flowing like the Nile down a path....
No end in sight.
No beginning to learn from.
I wonder why i wonder so much. All it causes is a headache. Reminds me of math when i try.
Functions and equations.
Not for me.
I guess it helps me function when it equates to my situation.
As i lay here, motionless. I think again about the next thought.
Will i remember him?
Have i given up on love?
Will the Raptors lose again?
Thoughts. Images. Dreams. Aspirations. Desires. Longings.
All the same, yet all different.
Playing like a symphony in my mind.
Inna my heart.
Maybe i think too much.
Probably.
Definately.
Never. Neverending.
Thoughts