Sitting alone, talking to thyself.
I went into the journey of thoughts,
Few personal, few benevolent, and few completely adhoc...
Sometimes, the mind becomes a volcano of thoughts.
A nuclear reaction of sorts.
Several uncontrollable fission and fusion bombs explode.
There are so many things floating in the mind.
Yet, nothing is said.
Yet, nothing is shared.
Though, what come out post mind boggling sessions,
Are the most sort after thoughts.
Still, the heart feels the need to be shared a lot.
Is this the dilemma of every thinking heart??