Thoughts are strange, ephemeral things. They come and go in the blink of an eye, or linger in the mind for what can seem like an eternity.

They shift around, make trains. And often tracing the train back is almost as interesting as following them through for the first time.

And the number of times they lose themselves, only to be found later in the most random of times and amongst others.

The number in which they can be found is random. From single tendrils to multiple layers that pile on top of each other. And everything in between.

Ordered or chaotic. Lonesome or bubbling full of energy.

Thoughts can be everything and nothing.

Thoughts are just thoughts. It’s what you make of them that matters.

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