I Think a Lot

I think so much, you'll grow sick of me. I think so much, my brain is oatmeal in the morning and a milkshake at night. I make no sense and babble like a child learning how to speak. I think so much. Mm. I don't think anyone will understand me. My brain is an island in the Bermuda Triangle. People get lost in me. I get lost in them. It's 9:28pm right now. I feel freer since joining here. I make no sense but give me a chance to get my balance here. My mind has been cloudy and lousy, but it's clearing up the fog is dispersing away. I feel some clarity tonight. I miss all this and I'm giddy, I can't even contain myself. Goodnight, people. I will hopefully think myself to sleep again.