There is but this confrontation of thoughts I had forgotten to confront. Does that ever happen to you? You become so engrossed in thought that you don’t know what you’re talking about? You become so absorbed in such relentless trains that you don’t know how to confront them otherwise they’d run you over if they haven’t already. You leave yourself in a muck of sorts trying to sort out said sorts and you end up with fibers better left unsorted. Damn thoughts, with their own mind. They always want to take you places and they always make you believe you could and you never know where or how to get there but you always almost do and they almost always take you despite your objection or will- for in the matters of your own mind moreover your own thoughts, you barely get a say. You don’t know where you’ve been taken to, you’re not sure if the journey was one worth taking, you’re not sure if you like any of it- the travel, the notions, the boggling ink blots of confounded predicaments screaming in your head wanting their share in the spotlight, the destination. But you have no choice, you’re just a spectator of the play, you’re just another actress waiting for the director’s direction. You’re just another observer whom is also being the one being observed. You go because you have to go. You go because you cease to live if you don’t.