Instead, my thoughts were capturing me.
What was ahead, what was behind, what I could not let go of, no matter how hard I tried, which is not actually true, because I do not want to let go.
I will not let go.
All have thoughts we would not wish for anyone else to know.
Some give clues to secret thoughts thinly veiled.
Few, share, our deepest thoughts, the ones we do not even fully understand ourselves.
Thoughts where the past and the future become blurred in our present lives.
Ancient text encourages us to take captive every thought.
If only we could.
If only I could.
The thought of one’s life without purpose, without passion, without love, who can capture such thoughts?
Who can set free the thoughts and soul of one who has been captured by beauty beyond description?
We search, we find, we gain, we lose.
Who can take captive such thoughts?
Not I, for my thoughts have captured me.