I do suppose I have a lot of thoughts, and a lot of energy.
I have too many things I feel I need to do, that I must do that I cannot rest easy, nor can I fall asleep as easily either.
I have so many thoughts.
Too many perhaps.
But who will read these thoughts?
For example the ones you have seen here in this collection.
Who has seen these?
Not one person who feels that they can help me.
Not one person who seems as if they are the person to tell my thoughts to.
It may be because I do not wish to worry anyone, nor truly expose myself.
I am at fault there I suppose. It is foolish of me to wait for a view on these chapters, when they are thoughts.
And thoughts,
oh thoughts,
they never wait.
