So many times in the middle of the day I’ll think of somrhingcthatxwoukd be perfect to write here, and then make no more whatsoever about it. I’ll be so sure that there’s no way I could forget this, this is definitely the thought of the day, this train of thought will surely overwhelm all other thoughts for the rest of the day.
But then things happen, and I can’t find the tracks that train of thought was on. Not even an inkling. I think my thoughts must get interrupted, because when I complete a though I usually write it down, as long as I’m not walking through a rainstorm without an umbrella.
No though is a solid and permanent as it feels at when first conceived.