My thoughts have a way of reverberating through my skull, they flit around embracing each idea like it's their last. It's much like a one night stand, I suppose? Passionate but limited, like the finitude in infinity. My thoughts have a way of resonating with music ...amplified through a boombox. They dance to its rhythm, melding in a melancholic waltz (much like the ocean does the sky.) Sometimes, the outside is too hushed. I retreat into my head. In hopes of chaos, In hopes of conflict, In hopes of calm. Chaotic calm. All that embraces me is silence. Such disquieting silence.