Thoughts, a scattered lot. Some clear some muddled but always buzzing co-existing fusing, separating, following, being born. The hub my mind is a place where the activity is on always, in the state of sleep they translate into dreams.

So many things to think about, the baby’s smile, husband’s dinner, wardrobe cleaning, friends, safety…… many emotions attached to them, each unique and yet intertwined in so many hues.

Am I ever free to lie down and be blank? No escape, not mine to choose. But would I choose to be without them?