a red knot

I'm thinking more like:
that reminds me, this isn't what I'm used to
this reminds me: of something I miss
I miss: my heart and my backdoor
and my window.
I listened to your thoughts and I heard nothing
but noise
loud colours, harsh shapes, and crystals
Your thoughts are growing
growing, and growing
with echoes and choruses
how can i keep up?
I was thinking something more like hello?
But I guess, I guess.......