most of us spend our days lost in thoughts. our mind unraveling objects and stories that seem to spring out of nowhere. it keeps us at bay of having emptiness or being able to fill it with our choice of things. it distracts us and creates a dialogue to carry us through the days and nights. the chatter in our heads come out in words if we let it, for what is speaking if not creating an edited version of our thoughts for the others to hear. we mute out parts that might sound too nonsensical, we emphasize the areas we think sound right, and speak out into the world our dialogue we think we are making up. just as we, at times, direct our attention, at other times we think we direct our thoughts.

but do we? if you were to be asked a simple question, such as pick a color, do you think that the few palates you might speak out are your choice, or someone in your head, looking around and pulling out the few choices you? or is there something else going on, some sort of reaction to the question that also is seemingly coming out of nowhere. a reaction to another reaction, a bounce or push onto another object. when these thoughts come up, are they simply a reaction to our days events, our environment, our outlook?

the rain comes down, the clouds come in, the plants and birds bend down and seem to avoid it. when the sun comes out after, the cat stretches out and flowers point upwards. in bleakness and in huger our minds remind us to find food and shelter, to seek refuge. in a series of good moments we think of laughter and pleasantries, reactions to a life lived. the fish they sit right in the middle of the pond, fear of bobbing too high up for the predatory birds to come and not too deep where the unknown lurk. we too react. our thoughts unfold for reasons, incessantly repeating the words we wish to dampen but are forced to listen to and repeat.