Can you still read my mind?
I bet you don't know what I'm thinking
As I sit here thinking my thoughts.
Maybe they're thoughts of you,
But then again maybe they're not.
If I did think of you
Would you be worthy?
Or are you guilty
Of not thinking of me?
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Be the center. And everything will revolve around you. Thoughts too.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Nothing but thoughts. What are thoughts made of?
Words! Like: I love you. Love is more than that.
Maybe he's thinking of you. But he doesn't need you. He can take care of himself. Better than you could. Nobody is perfect. ;>)
Worthiness is......
Siegfried,
I am the center. :) And from my viewpoint, everything does revolve around me. I wonder what it would be like to view my universe from another perspective. Maybe it would be like the mirror image seeing the real object.
What if I'm the only thing that exists? And everything and everyone are only figments of my imagination? This is the epitome of Solipsism.
What does Love mean to you? To me, it is joy in caring more about someone else than you care about yourself. It is putting someone else before yourself.
Siegfried,
Can a caged bird be that independent? Maybe once freed....
Anonymous,
Why, worthiness is thinking about me, of course! :)
I was listening to music tonight. I haven't listened to music in a long time. But I turned it off for a while because I wanted to hear the thunderstorm outside.
The lightening... maybe sparks from Mjolnir.
You are the reader of minds (or hearts) and as such your heart already knows the answers to your questions.
Anonymous,
My heart may know the answers, but what about my mind?
Sometimes the heart and mind don't seem to speak the same language.
And sometimes my mind is deluded, because it thinks it understands other hearts. I just have to remind myself that I live in a world of my own in which I misinterpret other people. There's too much daydreaming going on in my head.
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