PLETHORIC THOUGHTS

Do you know what I think about? 

As an introverted insomniac? 

Sometimes I myself can’t tell

But the few times I have 

I still thought of being alone 

Of food, deliciously tasty

Of strangers that will become friends 

And friends that are now strangers

I build so many castles in the air Disney should hire me

Then I think of war

And of strands of hair

Of innocent little beings

And of weather so cold it causes frost bite

I think of nothing and all things

And I don’t know when or how I think it all

©Awuor