September 15, 2009

Insane?

I think I am insane. What makes you think I am sane? Anyway, I have begun to think again. Hmmm. The thinking makes me insane. I think of everything. The folds. The number of stitches. Grains. The spins. The grins. Raindrops. Stars. Sun. Moon. Their shadows. Clouds. Its patterns. The sky. Birds. Why and where they fly.

Disconnected.