Sometimes the mind is blank with absolutely nothing sitting, nothing flowing, nothing aroused, and at others, it doesn't seem to stop.
Much like restless legs syndrome, the second you start thinking about not fidgitting, you just can't help but, fidgit!
My mind is rushing, into the shower the mind is blank as if a mud covered fender going through a massive puddle, but coming out free flowing like a polished spot free panel after a nice wash and a wax and polish.
Nothing seems to stick right now, so I'll be back later.
Ly
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