Inside My Head

I cannot hold much inside my head

My mind starts to stir at a sudden thought
If I turn my attention elsewhere
I can no longer recall it

Ah

It was a phrase I wanted to weave further
But I couldn't take a note right away
I wish I had a notepad for the thoughts I wanted to weave
Always moving my heart

Words float up and vanish
Fleeting

Softly, swiftly, passing through

If I let too many words float up
My head becomes full and overflows uncontrollably

Softly, swiftly

It is well designed

The capacity to hold things in my head is fixed
Repeating the cycle of floating up and disappearing

Words flow away smoothly like a river

Emptying my head
The wind blows through, it's well-ventilated

The desk inside my head is neatly organized
With nothing on it, very simple

Words are like puzzle pieces

2024.05.16

~Memo~

When I am walking, I mutter to myself
As if having a monologue in my head

The words I think of flow away
People, without realizing it
Are constantly repeating thoughts

I quickly forget the themes I think are good
I can't take notes right away when I'm walking
I always regret it

When I read "The Art of Organizing Thoughts" the other day,
it mentioned taking notes,
as expected.

Someone I admire on note mentioned the same thing,
a note I wrote back when I wanted to be able to take notes.
I thought about it.

Putting my heart into words

..Thank you for reading..

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