They say you don’t know what you have until you’ve lost it.
Sometimes they’re right.
You can keep on giving until you’re dead, and nothing will matter.
Life carries on the way that it has for millions of years. Only the faces change.
But sometimes, faces have power.
Looks can kill, they say. Sometimes they’re right.
A good eye can be the key to the temple of the body.
Not to say that every body’s a temple.
Some like to be priests.
Me, I like empty churches. No voices to tell me how to live my life, but just enough of that residual essence…
But I’m rambling.
There are some things that can never be stolen from you.
That’s a lie.
But sometimes it’s a true lie.
Nobody can steal your thoughts.
You can lose them, sure enough,
but nobody else can ever really take them.
Say you lose a thought along the line. It’s not your fault. You dropped your attention of it for a minute and it wandered away.
Somebody else finds it later down the line, at a pawn shop or a flea market, dusts it off, and asks “How much?” They pay the seven dollars, then hurry home to put it on the mantelpiece as a bookend.
What I mean by all that is,
Nobody can use your thoughts as you intended them.
When their purpose changes, so does their nature.
So it’s no longer your thought.
It’s somebody else’s bookend.