I don’t know if they matter or not.

Sometimes, I wish that my head works like a computer. I want to remember all that is necessary. Save As? “Bizarre thoughts” I’ll just record the assortment of my thoughts as they run by in a swirling, nebulous, and colourless mass.

The thoughts have no form. Most of the time. If I open my eyes, I will see what environment dictates. If I close my eyes, I’ll first see random, formless white formation. Or some black shapes of some sort. All against a dull sort of blood red background. Sometimes even white and foamy. Depending on the light outside.

Warmth.

There is never a picture in my eyes. My mind is a great artist.

Even then, the pictures painted were never distinctly clear. His toes could be as asymmetrical as my nail colours. Her torso could end at her waist. She could speak to someone else, but only in my voice.

Or something like that. My memory isn’t exactly the best photostat machine around. My feelings can play around with its mirrors.

Sometimes, I overanalyze to see if I’ve overanalyzed. Meh.

More often than not, the pictures form in my mind when I want to send a message. To an outsider; to myself. The aftermath of organization. Yet, even then, it was almost as if there was no picture to start with.

Mostly just feelings. Emotions.

Sometimes, if I were to just close my eyes a little bit longer, I would fall asleep instead. Neverland of reveries.

Comfort of ignorance?

I don’t know if thoughts matter or not.