Miscera

Some thoughts exist and come to me... they travel from far and wide... they appear from nowhere... and disappear soon after...

Some thoughts jump out of my unconscious into my thoughts... and leave when they please... or stay.. or not... the Miscellaneous answer to no one...

Some thoughts are messy and not well thought out... like the gooey goodness inside a soul... or body... a messy little collection of stuff entwined in itself... and maybe me... perhaps necessary... like a small intestine... or unimportant and obscure... like an appendix, that you'd dismiss in snobbish gesture...