I know that my thoughts, without exception,
Have been thought out before,
Yet instead of a disappointment for lack of originality,
It seems all I find is comfort, and solace;
A certain sense of sweet relief.
I don’t want you to get me wrong,
There is no satisfaction or closure,
There is no peace soothing my tortured mind,
Just a breath of fresh air providing a sense
Of not being so completely alone.
For this I am thankful and even honoured.