Pigeons
Aren’t thoughts quite often like pigeons? They coo, ruffle their feathers, move from here to there and then straight back.
As soon as I feed them, more appear. And soon I seem to disappear in the fluttering flock of birds.
A second before you believe you caught them, they fly up and away. When you try to send them away, they return immediately.
No matter if I find them interesting or if I ignore them completely, they remain.
Sometimes I have the strange impression they are sneering at me.
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