thoughts on thoughts

this is so beautiful. the lungs look like the roots of a tree. the trunk is rising up the throat and the fruits of the tree are the words the person speaks; they drop or roll or fall or slip off the tongue. and the very tree-top is where the person's brain is. that's beautiful because your brain is where you develop and process your perception of things. it's you who extends the branches. and thoughts are like leaves on a tree, in how they live a little life and when they die they crumble and they fall. maybe that means that we never really forget our thoughts, they just fall like leaves to the heels of our feet or something, and become the foundation of what we think later in life. so they're always there kind of.