Thoughts and feelings.
Sometimes they stretch as high as the ceilings.
But other times there's a drought,
and we have to pick a different route -
Before everything spills upside down,
and we start losing everything that we've found.
Thoughts can evoke feelings,
and feelings - thoughts.
But sometimes feelings rot,
and grow old with time.
Then what?
Can thoughts be independent,
or without feelings will they just be placeless - transients?
Impermanent yet perpetual,
they'll dissipate but we'll still be left with residual.
Is a fragment of a thought salvageable?
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