thoughts
There all thoughts at first,
Memories , hopes , perception.
Nanoseconds of pictures and places.
Pulled out of the whirlwind of impulses.
A raging storm inside the mind is but a mere norm.
In the mind,
Where time,
time, is just a perception, or nothing at all.
Writing,
Just the physical remnants of a thought.
The only Footprints left by the brain.
A transformation to a moment in the now.
Given a body , and a duration.
Providing more than just recollection for those instances we want to hang onto,
for just a little while longer.
Or,a surface to purge those memories  we are trying to let go of.
Writing ,
The only way to truly share your mind ,
Never where it is , but where it was. Thoughts
No matter what they make,
Writings , poems , odes , psalms and songs .....
They simply are ,
all ,
just thoughts, at first.....