On having a thought.

I thought of something thoughtful today.
A full thought. Thought-full.

Thought Dull.

I could really write it here right now. It was about my fogged window metaphor.
But. I can't arrange the words properly, or maybe I can, I just can't put forth the effort.
What is wrong with me?

What is wrong with the world?

Everything.

I know everything.
What is everything?

I feel like I'm speaking in riddles or paradoxes or something of the sort.
And this time, I'm not proud of it.

Pride.
Lied.
Hope?
Nope.
Tell?
Well,
Today
Infinity
Tomorrow
Never.
Better?
Whenever
Weather
Together
Clouds
Storms
Broken
Hoping
Thought
Provoking.