a thought is born in an instant. it materializes and can never be unborn. it transcends all attempts to control. it grows so large every neuron is firing as quick as lightening and even still there’s just a small hope of keeping up with its exponential growth. it mutates, overshadows, and extinguishes any light or space that had previously been unoccupied. a thought is a losing battle. it wins. it tends to be my most unwanted enemy or my very best friend. a thought is an army. it marches across the hemispheres of the brain with a purpose. tagging close behind are the minions unlocking the floodgates of emotion. a thought never stands alone. it is always accompanied by the most intense euphoria or the most demonic hate or any emotion in between. a thought leaves the brain and now controls the entire body. a thought runs through your veins like a poison once it enters the bloodstream. a thought can inspire action. a thought can change your day. a single thought can change the world. once the thought has run its course new thoughts have the opportunity to be born. it’s the beauty of a thought. it happens. but once it happens, it’s over. the danger lies in dwelling on a thought.
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