I used to post in journals. LJ, DJ, whatever. So many thoughts. When I'm stressed out my mind races and I can't keep track of all the thoughts. I like to imagine how my brain must look...electric signals careening down axons, jumping off dendrites, burning new thoughts into gooey brain matter...Well, ok, it's probably more like jello. I love trees because they look how our axons must look. Trees are god's thoughts.

When I'm bored, though, I forget how many thoughts I have, and I don't reconnect to them when I have the time to think them through. I bitch about my boredom when I'm bored and get stressed out and need space when I'm busy. Life is a mirror.

Das ist alles. Die Welt ist ziemlich simpel.
...Und ich liebe dich immer.