My mind feels like a chaotic mess all the time. Images, both real and phantasmal, seem to appear, fade off, and re-appear again with scant warning.
Whatever they are, whatever they mean, these imaginings return over and over again, like a recurring dream. I find it hard to share these things in normal conversation. I want to be alone, yet, in loneliness, wish for company.
On a blank canvas, I confront my thoughts and try to find peace.