A thought is like a tree. Originating from a seed, it splits and branches out in many directions until it becomes a concept or ideology. But in my mind many conflicting and competing thoughts grow together, overlapping and intersecting with each other, filling up the whitespace of the mind until the mind becomes a mesh too complex to comprehend and too dense to navigate. And that is the perpetual state of my mind.
Though clarity of thought is often hard to come by, at least there is some beauty.
