There comes a point when ones input far exceeds the output, and the mind meanders in fields of unexamined thoughts. All channels have been clogged, like a valve has been shut off and a drought has begun, but in reality, so many thoughts are trying to break through, that they’re flooding out at infinite speed in the wrong direction, too unfocused to flow through such a narrow pipe.

and with sympathy, I know what it feels like to be one of those lost molecules. Each one is a thought, or feeling. An experience I’ve had in a moment of my life. Things I’ve only dreamed and others I wish I’ve had the opportunity to experience.