If thoughts were trees then I'd say I have a forest in my head. Some of the trees are big and fully grown. Some of them are tiny and just starting. Some of them are rotting away, and some of them are vibrant colors with beautiful birds on them. Some are fallen trees and thoughts, and I'm hoping they disappear some day.
Sometimes I turn my back on the forest of thoughts and read a book or watch TV. Sometimes I let someone in and let them see the forest too. Sometimes I build walls and only view others from a peephole in the wall, not allowing anyone to know what I'm thinking. Sometimes it's just easier if I'm silent.
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