This is my cloud of thought. It’s not a train because the is no direction. It’s not a chain because there are no connections. All it is is a condensed mass of emotion, perspective and art. I constantly find myself lost in this conglomeration of doubts and daydreams, thoughts and theories. There is no start, nor is there an end. This mass remains dense. This is what it means for me to have my head in the clouds.
Sometimes I need to be reminded to let my thoughts precipitate.