I think and think and think and think. Sometimes it feels like that's all I ever do, I think, and I think too much and I create one thought into the next, into the next, into the next and all of a sudden I have thought myself right into trouble.
However, sometimes I think myself into the greatest thoughts... into wonderful ideas and notions that will probably never be heard by the world much further than right here.
Well, tonight is not one of those nights. Tonight, I'm not thinking much at all actually. I'm at peace, and I'm happy. For once in my life I can not possibly think of anything to write about, yet still, I feel like writing. I feel like broadcasting the fact that I do not have the need to think, and that here in about an hour I will fall asleep and let my heart do the thinking, when I head into those deep dreams of mine.
...that are usually about pizza and giant enchiladas, but hey, the heart wants what the heart wants.
