Fragmented Thoughts

Fragile is the construct of our thoughts mindlessly thrown into the world.
Thoughts are like ashes blown away in the wind.
Some fragments will vanish into oblivion, others will pile up just in front of our door.
If we aren’t careful enough to hide our unpopular thoughts, we might just trip over them and we will end with bruises.
So maybe, just maybe, we – or should I say I, should build a cage to emprison those stray words. To spare us and them the hurt. Put them behind a high security fence that no one can breach.
Those who do not think never ask inconvenient questions. But if I don’t ask and voice my thoughts, I can’t find a way out of the dark.