.THOUGHTS.

All is silent except the crickets I hear outside,or perhaps in my head. Yes, yes it is midnight and I can't seem to get rid of the thoughts at this time, anyways it's not like I want them to go; listen, one wants to be let out. "So when are you going to be content?" Content? Well, when I'm going to be all set. "Explain" Explain? Well, you'll know when I know. Now at this point my warmth for those thoughts is becoming a little cold so they have to go, pack their bags and go, gather their kids and go, board a bus and go, book a.... anyway I got to stop, you got the point. And now I have to bid my pen goodbye and head to bed.