Like, love or know your thoughts, for they are with you through the glorious and unkempt. Thoughts of tempting and struggles training or promotion. Dreams of things we want but cannot have, anticipating something better in another thought about how good it will be. The thought constructs but also controls or bids us hand over the reigns sit back from the wheel. Thoughts of joy at putting down your pack.

My back oh that aching whine to opine complaint without restraint as if mining blackest coal from internal mine. Comforting, encouraging, only others for we certainly think ourselves unworthy. Thoughts of past iterations of this life lived, deeply repugnant regret and unforgiveness for those wrongs we couldn’t wipe from our minds. Brief remembrance of joy, an instance or a state, a marriage or a battle of brotherly minds.

An impulse, wondering if it in fact differs from the emotion. A driving wind of fate, destiny or purpose that we believe had to originate from minds greater than our own. A memory seemingly of some other time, a scent, a face an angry tenant scowl. What horrors stored from child hood that we failed to eject into a healthy thought state that governs each human interaction. A time for which we seek present resolution in planning or reaction.

A Whispering Idea, perhaps born of a small quiet voice across the frozen creek of mind, memory and potential madness. Something new, some challenging aspect of our personality that suddenly ignites in the fires of new thinking, bringing hope to the desperate and peace to the unlikely. What action happens without inspiration. Are we mindless creatures capable of governance by emotion or hormone?