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Junk Mail Thoughts

Those moments of quiet

Those moments to think

Are the moments that I need to filter through everything that I’ve seen and heard throughout the day. These are the moments that restore me

That bring me back to center.

They bring me back to balance. These are the moments where the noise in my head gets put into place

Where it’s filtered

Where I can sort through it

In these moments my thoughts run rampant

Un burdened by any form of restraint or focus

I don’t focus on my thoughts in these moments

I don’t listen to them

I watch them come and go as they wish

It’s like sifting through junk mail

Sorting through which thoughts are worth it to keep

And which ones I should get rid of

I’m not attached to them

I am un burdened from them

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