Some Days I Only Think About You Once.

When I was a kid, I used to daydream. I used to think about flying away to far away places, or doing something I would never normally do, something outrageous and out of character. Then I'd sit and write them all down, save them for a later date and make stories out of them. Truth be told, I still do that. But I've also started doing things that are out of character and so the things I'm writing down are no longer just fantasy - they're things that happened, sometimes embellished a little, but overall a recount. Something that at a later date triggers things I've forgotten and reassures me that it was all real.

I'm easily distracted. I follow a train of thought, nonsense and dreams, or pure reality, and I lose all sense of what is going on around me. Sometimes it's a problem, especially when trying to complete a mundane task that has no appeal at all. One of my favourite things to do, usually at the most inconvenient times, is to sit and watch the clouds, how they move and become totally aware of the world moving around in a way we can't control. I think about the sheer amount of people in the world, and then the people I know, and wonder what they might doing right this instant, wherever in the world they might be.