I love to talk to myself.
In my mind, I always have these conversations,
About life, about school, about celebrations.
Sometimes my thoughts are funny,
Sometimes sad,
Sometimes confused,
Sometimes mad.
They fight amongst each other,
On what I should have for dinner,
Or whether I should text them first,
Or whether I should, maybe, give them a call.
In the end, they end up either on a decision,
Or a conflict.
But my thoughts are way more than that.
I can imagine myself talking to the people,
The people, with whom I haven’t talked to in person in ages,
The people who always talk to me via messages.
I can think of a house,
Where I can live with my best friends.
Or maybe a night ball,
Where I’m wearing a beautiful purple gown.
Sometimes my thoughts drive me away,
Away from reality, away from the city.
Sometimes I think of the people I love the most,
Sometimes I think of a perfect conversation,
Sometimes I think of the answer to the test question.
But my thoughts are the ones that are always by my side,
They never leave me alone.
I love talking to myself,
And I hope to discover more.
Swastika