as i look at the crystal blue sky,
i ponder the swirling random thoughts running in and out
of my static-filled mind of massive emotion,
lacking any form of constructive thought.
i stare at the hazy ghost images in the clouds and watch as they swirl into bizzare configurations with every chilly gust of wind.

i watch the insects.
so miniscule,
running through the gigantuous blades of sharp green grass,
winding through clumps of dirt,
and wonder where their destination lies.

i contort my body to view the world from new perspectives and imagine being someone or something else.
and am mystified,
by the overwhelming thoughts so fresh and unique,
entering my consuious.