untitled...

i sit here and i can't quite grasp my thoughts
for they run through my mind so quickly
but leave little shards of themselves.
there is no doubt that they were there
because remnants of their rambunctious visit
are permanently nestled amongst my constant thoughts of you.
my haunting memories of the past
the frequent longing for things i can not have
and my never-ending doubts and questions
of what went wrong
and what should i do next?
will this confusing and unsettling disaster of unrest and questioning
never stop engulfing me?
11/18/08