untangling thoughts my thoughts are incoherent they seem to make connections all by themselves but they don't realise that their strings have all tangled that there are no clear paths that all i can do with this ball of yarn is to cut it yet, i still try to listen i try to do what is honest to myself i try to find a way to untangle these strings, find these links between them like how can i be thinking of fort canning one minute, and ending it all with "him" the next i can't stop this train in its tracks it must pass through the stations before it runs out of fuel before the coal has to burn again before the conductor notices something amiss like how can i be thinking of going to plays one minute, and "his" text — telling me i'm rushing to the destination — the next still, i try to keep my eyes open see through this fog, this smoke, this fire try to figure out which way to go the streets are too crowded, so i swerve right instead, but the quiet unsettles me like how can i be thinking of ice skating one minute, and how "he" steered clear when he saw me the next my thoughts won't stop (in the end, they are all the same) i can't find a way to cut these strings (in the end, they are all the same) all these entanglements blur after awhile (in the end, they are all the same) whether it is "him", "his", or "he" (in the end, they are all the same) all these memories just mesh into one (in the end, they are all the same) there is too much noise in my head In the end, they are all the same