A Last Thought Thought
All of us think without thinking about it. It comes with the human uniform.
And we think about what we cannot stop thinking about.
We think about both these thoughts too, those we did not know we had been thinking and those we could not keep ourselves from thinking.
Thoughts parcel out in time but add weight or alleviate it.
How long before I learn what I was really thinking? To stop thinking about what I am thinking now? How fast come the burdensome thoughts, how slow those which could grant me wings.
You meditate. You walk. You read. You try to grow up.
And maybe you think about what your last thought will be like.
At least I do, sometimes.
Wondering if it will be heavy with regret or light with relief, singular or proud, a lone synapse unbuckled and unbuttoned from the rest.