Jumbled Thoughts: Letting My Mind Take Me Anywhere

Apprehensive. Heart thumping. Mind racing.
Words are running over each other on my screen, thoughts too on my mind seem to be tumbling over each other.
Decide to write an article, five sentences into the article and thoughts run out,
Decide to read an article, eight sentences into it and I have no idea what sentence one was about.

Decide to go out for some air, two stairs down, I remember I forgot my phone and rush back to get it.

Soo tired from the climb, my feet refuse to go back downstairs. I get back to my writing.

A change of topic will do me good. It always does. Something interesting.
Think.think.. think...think.........think..... think................think...............think....................
My mind has no topic ready and doesn't seem bothered. It was my heart all along.

So here I am, trying to look as busy as everyone else in the office. I know a report is needed but my mind has shut down.
Report or not, the office is no longer a conducive environment. So I count the hours till going home. Maybe the ride on the bus and some music will do me good. (can't wait)

Or may be not and by the time it's supper time at home, I will have a variety of half cooked foods that I started cooking and didn't finish,
Or so many movies I started watching but didn't get to watch,
Or so many chores I started but didn't get to finish.
I think I'll rest now and try not to think because thinking seems to be the problem.
I think..No! The mind needs a break

Does this ever happen to anyone else but me?

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