I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like guitars think about the ghosts of the last notes they played. Like books think about words, and words think about letters, and letters think about postage stamps. I'm thinking about you like narcissists think about themselves, like people with multiple personality disorder think about themselves, and themselves, and themselves. Like boys think about girls, and girls think about shoes.

I'm thinking about you like blind people think about color. 

Like planets think about suns.

I'm thinking about you like doctors think about cancer, and smokers think about anything but.

Like soldiers think about death, and soon-to-be mothers think about life. Like violinists think about strings, and toddlers think about swings, and fiances think about rings. 

Like philosophers think about why we're here, 

Like travelers think about why we're not out there.

For the observant ones:

I changed the blog title. If you know what it's from, well... you don't win anything. I'm broke as a joke, and all I can afford to give you are words. But you're the coolest person I know. 

If you don't know what it's from, google it.