I thought I would have a lot to say when I imagined writing today's journal - in fact I imagined myself with a mug of coffee by my side and perhaps a pipe hanging oh so effortlessly from my mouth (one can dream)- but as it happens all of what I thought was a sea of thoughts has now drained to a puddle, and quite a pathetic one at that.
This is just my head messing with me, I know its still there; the sea of thoughts. It waits there, its just pretending to be a puddle, a little bit of role play. Oh how devious you are, mind of mine!
There is something quite interesting about role play that I had been pondering over today.We are never who we