These things are all around me, surrounding me like a blanket
A blanket of hope, a blanket of scars, a blanket of dreams, a blanket of love and lust
These things make me scared, happy, sad, angry
We over do it
We process, we strive to welcome them, to adapt to them, to sponsor them
These things can be powerful
These things can be overwhelming and hurtful
These things can be good and bad, fact and fiction
These things we tell ourselves to feel something, to be something, someone
These things are like a blanket that encompass us
They swirl around us waiting patiently to be let out
What are they, they are our thoughts
And they can be anything

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