Musings of the Mind

So many things just rushing around in here. New shoes, accounts, chickens, all flying by at phenominal speeds. The whirl of chaos inside my head doesn't concern me anymore, i'm used to it, the constant piling of items ready to be examined and re-examined. And I patiently wade through the lot, this never ending stream of conciousness.

Somedays I wish for peace, a break from all this. Others I want more, to distract or amuse me. But when it comes down to it I love it in here. My sanctuary, my private library, database, collection, museum of thoughts and memories, stacked and cluttered in organised disorder. I am alone here, but I am me. Here I can't hide who I am, and don't have to.