What happens to a thought that drifts through my mind? Does it float in and out, carried away by the breeze?
I even wonder where the thought comes from. If it can wander on in at any moment, did my mind really create it?
Does a mind ever create thoughts, actually? I know that I’m me. That’s a bedrock philosophical, scientific, and legal principle. As foundational as it gets. So my thoughts are mine too.
But what happens when a thought arises that doesn’t seem like mine? Did I unknowingly create it? Was it subconsciously suggested by something else? Or maybe… it just blew in on the wind. At least then I can let it drift off again, meandering back to wherever it came from.
About the Creator
Gabriel Shames
I’m an east coast American, interested in writing poetry and fiction as long as I can remember. I took a test in 4th grade where they told me I wrote creatively at a college level!
Hope you enjoy reading as much I as I do creating ❣️
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Yes, beautiful the glass flowers! Dale Chihuly?