The skin glows warm. Thoughts escape like gases set free underwater. Upon arising, each one pops with an idea. The idea pervades the air. My air is thick with the scent of my thoughts. I dare not move as I might disrupt them as they wisp and wane around my hair like smoke. They stain my clothing and evade my cleaning agents. I cannot get away from them, nor would I want to as they are mine all mine. I put my nose to them and inhale deeply, ingesting them again and again.
A bouquet of thoughts, ideas, fantasies. I arrange them in my favorite vase and look to them as they are pretty. I may get distracted from time to time, but they never die… I’ve tried to let them dry up but they only get bigger and more beautiful. So, I pet them almost daily. I take them for walks and take pictures of them. Sometimes I even let them rain on me.
But if I make a move out loud, they are gone… like magical creatures in the forest, I must tread lightly.
The English philosopher John Locke said, “The thoughts that come often unsought and drop into the mind are commonly the most valuable of any we have.”