query:: toself / Where is my mind?
I want to jot down so many things...
A thread of mind goes to thinking about why Tesla was downplayed?
Another thread creates a new point to be put down into my project due next fortnight
Another one is singing to Busta Rhymes
Yet another summarising the next shopping list
A completely blank one
One is replaying a conversation with an old flame
Finally, a thread dedicated to typing this blog
The Wondorous mind, where art thou?
Unless I'm focussed, I'm tripping on my own thoughts
Too many to keep track, Does it happen to you?
May be meditation is the answer
Does every thread carry its own personality? The genius, the Punk, the Angel, the Defiant, the engineer, the Moron and the Normal one (Predominant)
I'll introduce you when I find them with my mind
"Flying cars"
"Dancing in the rain"
"Curried prawns"
Such is my dilema
A thread of mind goes to thinking about why Tesla was downplayed?
Another thread creates a new point to be put down into my project due next fortnight
Another one is singing to Busta Rhymes
Yet another summarising the next shopping list
A completely blank one
One is replaying a conversation with an old flame
Finally, a thread dedicated to typing this blog
The Wondorous mind, where art thou?
Unless I'm focussed, I'm tripping on my own thoughts
Too many to keep track, Does it happen to you?
May be meditation is the answer
Does every thread carry its own personality? The genius, the Punk, the Angel, the Defiant, the engineer, the Moron and the Normal one (Predominant)
I'll introduce you when I find them with my mind
"Flying cars"
"Dancing in the rain"
"Curried prawns"
Such is my dilema