must be tired after running through my head all day, thoughts, emotions, rationalizing, feeling, impulses versus conscious thoughts, it's much more romantic, more beautiful to be going with a flow, without thinking, without choosing, without that conscious thought to, hesitant, cautious, stepping on what appears to be thin ice, there aren't any signs posted, is the ice thick? is it thin? there's lots of snow on the ground, it sure has been winter for a long time, hope there isn't any running water underneath that ice, that means thin ice, ice that cracks easily, whose ice cold waters underneath can kill, at least freeze you, in seconds, clouds, smoke from a fire you build in my brain, things become a little less clear, a little more hazy, fuzzy, and warm, imagined thoughts, memories still remain vivid in the mind's eye, and not the pineal gland, what is it? why is it?