Random thoughts on a Sunday afternoon.

Thoughts bounce through my mind like Mexican Jumping Beans in the sun.

Random actions having no beginning and no end.

Mercurial images flashing on the screen of thought, dim and brighten and finally escape

What is a thought if not the breath of the brain, and yet when thought becomes action...

Wandering lost and alone in my past trying to escape the future while dodging the present.


The End

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