Our mind is full of thoughts.
Thoughts are an accumulation of sentences.
Sentences are made of words.
Words are a mix of letters.
Letters are just a drawing on a piece of paper.
Our thoughts are random drawings in our heads.
We gave them meaning and power.
But by themselves they aren’t that much.
Little letters floating around, dancing in our heads.
They go here and there.
Calling us for attention.
For us to listen.
To give them life.
They come and go.
And we watch them all day long.
The only story of our life.
K. Wilson