Have you ever wondered what your mind looks like? A glowing rainbow of thoughts, or an advanced calculator (never thought I’d use that in a sentence). Have you got more logic or creativity? The dreams and visions forming on shelves and memories to the million. How I wonder how all that fits in my head. I wonder do people forget things because their head is to full? Maybe you can’t concentrate on the present because you have too many thoughts about the future. If you need to let them go or not, if you really need them in life. It’s great to have ambitions, but you can’t get too hung up on what you might do. Patterns that thrive on colours. Dreams woven from the things you have seen, things you have heard, smelt, tasted. All put together and then forgotten, in a puff of smoke as you wake up at dawn wondering what had happened that night. Never to be thought in the same order. Never to be thought in the same way.
If that is what your mind is made up of, your mind must be a beautiful place.