I sometimes think I’m live in my head. My body does all the work and pretends to exist among the living. My actual self though, is still chilling comfortably in my head. I think about random shit. That only certain people may understand. My head is always racing with ideas and images of things and objects, that won’t and can’t leave my head. By no means am I complaining, not at all! I love the things that pop into my head and that I wish and sometimes do make into a reality. However, sometimes my mind has a mind of its own, and it goes into over loaded. Then I can’t concentrate about anything around me. All I keep thinking of. Is what I just saw in a magazine, bus stop, a funny joke or what was on television. You might think I’m going mad. Probably it’s just all in my head.