Where my mind goes?
That’s a hard question.
To tell the truth, I don’t know.
One day, I might be dreaming about that person,
The next, I could be thinking about the end of the world.
My mind goes everywhere.
It travels the world without leaving its corner.
Some days, I’ll be thinking about life and morality,
Others, I’ll be thinking about unicorns and ice cream.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?”
I never have answers to these questions.
I usually turn to them, smile, and change the subject, or say “Oh, nothing. I was just (spacing out, zoning out, tired, etc.).”
I (can’t, won’t) answer, because I don’t know.
All I know is that my mind goes somewhere where it feels safe
Where I know that I’ll be safe
Even if the thoughts I have will never happen,
I know that at least I can still dream.