Imbalanced thoughts and chaos everywhere. Every minute detail is sucked into my mind to the core. I felt like 'I don't know what to do with myself'. It's like the position of the pillow isn't just right. Or maybe my head's all full of crap to fit in there. No. Not crap at least. Everyone thought it will get me nowhere. But maybe I'm in the process of getting somewhere, which is why I think so much? It can be. Well, I'll have to sail through the storm to get to the shore. Now I'm sounding like one of my friends who always talks in metaphors. I love people who talk in metaphors. It makes me silent for a while trying to comprehend what they had just said. And that's what all that is going on in my head. Metaphors. I'm thinking of soooooo much that I'm not able to name all those things, all those feelings and all those bunch of mix-emotions that I try to synchronize with metaphors. It's not like I have tried to shoo them away from my mind but now I don't see the need to. I got my calling somewhere. I now feel like I'm actualy traveling in my mind. Imagining places I've never been . Some transform into dreams. Morning dreams. Maybe they are going to get to step into reality. But I'll wait...to find my word. It takes time. Just time. Go with the flow. Eat. Pray. Love.
