What are you thinking about?
....
...
Nothing.
That's not true at all of course...I'm watching the clouds pull from themselves like cotton candy tugged by invisible fingers as the storm breaks apart and small patches of blue emerge.
I'm listening to the helicopter slowly lower itself to the roof of the nearby hospital, then I'm wondering if the person inside is going to live. I then wonder how many people are dying in the hospital even now, completely invisible to me...their lives just fading hundreds of feet away from me.
It is not depressing...it is life...it's not nothing. It's not nothing at all.
I'm discovering new music, new genres...newer lighter combinations with no vocals, soothing and stimulating at the same time...perfect for studying...perfect for reading...perfect for crafting a bit of the pieces of papier mache that form a paragraph for you. A form, a construct.
I'm dispensing time in an afternoon, drips like those spilled by a dropper...water dripping from the spigot in a tub. Eaves still dripping from an afternoon storm.
The spread of you across my mind...layered, thinly but cleanly across the ridges in my mind.
Maybe at times spiking, maybe at other times ebbing.
But never...
Never....
Nothing.
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