I hate it when I sit down and think. I always start thinking of the ones I’ve lost and the bad people I hung out with. I think of the good and the bad. You think of how it would be to flicker like a flame or jump like an ocean wave. I don’t know how many times I’ve thought, “Where am I going next”? Each one of those times it’s been a new place. When I start thinking, my mind goes everywhere. Places I’ve never heard of and places I haven’t been to in years. I just………I don’t know. I just…………. Gotta stop thinking.