Floating Thoughts

Stories have a habit just to shift That little bit to rearrange themselves Subtly with each addition I sketched a moment And I picture it, finding a place For the imagined image And placed it with the ones I already possessed, entwining Images with reality and the imagined Till both are woven forming Kalidoscopic patterns Is real the imagined? Or imagined the reality? Allowing depth to the picture I paused to let a forgotten detail emerge Surprising myself with the surfaced image! Moments you approach and retreat from Or just get stuck on, yet time passes And then you suddenly snap out of a thought To sink into another, swirling slowly Till you digest it or spit it out Like a bad taste that keeps surfacing But I swallow it for better or worse And carry on adding to my story Entwined with all of the other stories A part of it and yet alone My thoughts now my home! 14.6.22