Dear Over-thinker
I have admiration for the way you
make a home for hundreds of thoughts that
never come to a halt
and allow your head to believe them.
You hear the words of others while
hugging them so tightly to your heart
it hurts. Their voices a harmonious tune that causes you to hypothesize horrendous outcomes for every moment you have, and hope each one is less likely than the last.
Hours spent rehashing memories and rehearsing conversations, how do you do it, dear over-thinker? I simply want to pay homage to you by saying:
You heed the details not all others would care to know and carry them so honorably while their heavy weight bears on your racing mind and haunts your soul. Yet, there is no need to harbor negativity toward your unforgiving mind,
for we must learn to hold the words of others closer to our hearts, hear their tune, and think a little more.
