To err is 'to think'

There are times when you are thinking so much that you want to write things down. The thoughts don't stop pouring in even though you are incapable of handling any more of them. You figure that...alright...let me sit down and organize my thoughts.. and put them down ... somewhere..may be on a piece of paper or on a useless blog....empty some space in your head for buffering information. You sit down and try to start jotting something and then you figure that your thinking space is empty. That you were not thinking of anything for all this while anyways. And then you wonder, was your thinking space filled up with thoughts of not thinking anything.....crap...oh well...who cares anyways....I don't.

Another weekend

What was it that made it a beautiful morning?
I was hungry and every second thought coming to my mind was of food. My shoes were all wet by walking over dew soaked grass. Wet socks were making squashy sounds while walking. The sunlight was burning my skin as it always does. I was cursing the air for not being swift enough to dry the sweat away and for not being cold enough to soothe me. And then I thought of food again.
But I guess it was a very beautiful morning and I am glad that I was there.