at times i feel like my brain is a thick fog and my thoughts are like little children. running around needlessly so that by the time i find one he has run off before i can find another one.
this tedious process of catch and release and re-catch and re-release is all a bit daunting and at times i wonder
what do i wonder?
oh.. i forget, ha.

maybe i just lack a starting block. oh, indeterminate proclivities