If my thoughts could be painted in a picture drawn out for the world to see. It would probably look like a Jackson Pollock painting. Thoughts splattered onto my brains canvas. Thoughts intertwined and entangled in a heap of mess, so complicated, so simplistic, so realistic. Various thoughts bouncing off the walls of my brain causing loss of sleep and pounding headaches. Wonders, wishes, reminisces, thoughts upon thoughts spread out on the floor like the leaves in the fall with no one to rake them up. It's me and my thoughts. No explanation could ever make anyone understand. It is too abstract. No expectation for others to understand, just let me be.