Every day I awake, I think about absolutely nothing. It's only after a few minutes of consciousness that I begin the onset of thoughts.
What I think of first leads to a train of them. Sometimes they speed wildly along the track, on a straight path towards no end. Other times, they change course so often, I am afraid the train will topple over.
Therefore, every day begins with a new, unknown destination.
Every day, for me, is a blank canvas.
But,
I can only see in my peripheral vision.
