In my head

There are so many things dancing around my head, everyday. At different moments. I can stay with them for a long time. They take me from one thought to the other. I enter a world of thoughts. A world of questions. And because it’s just not nice to stay hanging with your questions, I do answer them. It’s like being in a philosophical debate with yourself.
Mainly I agree with me. Sometimes I challenge myself like the devil advocate. I even get all defensive with myself. I know. I’m tiring myself. I’m going through the whole spectrum of emotions just talking to myself.

And then I have to sit down and write. Cause I feel maybe it’s a waste of time if all those thoughts processes stay within my head. Behind those closed doors. I swear sometimes I come to very interesting conclusions…conclusions that could open up a whole new debate…

The problem is when I finally sit down, they’re usually far gone. All I can think of writing is of the most utterly annoyingly boring things.

So then I go back in my head. I start a new debate on how I don’t manage to get anything of value out of my head onto paper. On any other mediums for that matter.

I’m stuck in there. It’s very frustrating.

I wish one day they’ll invent a machine that can read your thoughts. Not all of them mind you. You plug it it when you’re onto something. Then you just amend the text. Cause most probably it would have gone on some tangent at some point.

Or probably you could just write down your thought process as it comes and edit them…

Damn, I wish I was a writer…