Crumbs for Thought

A crumb falls on the floor, like many more, but what makes the difference is this crumb… it has become more than merely a morsel; it was thought escaped and lost. Who’s gonna come and snatch it up? Who’s sniffing and snatching your thoughts away, taking them as their own and leaving you with nothing but an empty, aching mind? More painful than starvation, is your loss, this mindless existence. Carry on, idiot. Walk blindly through ignorance, not understanding that this is not bliss. It is not knowing the difference.

Contentment is a virtue they say, but I challenge this, if I may; why not call it appreciation instead? Appreciate and strive for what’s in sight in your creative mind. Contentment may be your masterful disguise of dying. Wither and wilt away in your stagnant, static day or shoot farther; go past more. Go where you dream and feel no guilt for not settling into the gray mass of everybody else.

Grasp your identity. It is your thought. It is your dream. This is who you are.

Energy it may take, but nothing more, to keep your crumbs from hitting the floor.