I sit here in front of my computer. I am trying to figure out what to write about. I have thoughts zooming through my head. They sound like the vehicle on The Jetsons as they gurgle through. I have the urge to categorize my thoughts. There are thoughts that lumber through my brain. Thoughts of the things I need to get done. I need to write some letters. I need to apply for more jobs. I need to get my taxes done. The thoughts trample the grass in the fields of my brain. They are utilitarian and cumbersome. However, they are necessary.
I have thoughts that zip through like sports cars. Thoughts of laughter and love. Thoughts of one-liners. I chase the cars of excitement and adventure. I think about being in love. Holding you, kissing you.
I have thoughts that four wheel drive over hills and mountains. They explore and frolic.
I have thoughts that dart in and out of traffic, dangerously. The colors and speed alternate. I am angered by some, and amused by others. I flash on old pain. I fume. And I breath deep and it goes on.
The thoughts in my mind race through and seem to also be a traffic jam. They are moving and stagnant at the same time.
I sit in front of my computer.