From time to time I stop.
I forget what it was
I am suppose to be thinking of,
and I exist for a moment.
Just exist.
And it amazes me,
the memories that flash through my mind,
when I am thinking of nothing at all.
The first moment I spoke to a true friend.
A chance meeting with a crush.
A scene from a movie that makes me laugh,
even now as I stand here.
Thinking of nothing.
What looks I must get
by those around me.
Those consumed with thinking of things.
While I stand here,
thinking of nothing at all.
But this does not concern me.
For when I rejoin the chaos
of the thinking world,
the things I had thought so important before,
seem trivial to me now.
