Sitting silently in a world of noise, I think
Thoughts that tear at one's mind when thought, though they are there, sometimes I try not to notice
Sometimes all I do is think thoughts that are cryptic, or romantic, or in between; what's the difference?
They're all thoughts I think
They engulf me, sometimes surrounding and suffocating, squeezing the air from me
Thoughts, I think, are terrible things when they are encircling my mind, just thinking
A thought is nothing without expression and not knowing how to express them is a terrible thought
Thoughts without expression are me thinking