Brain Crap

Sometimes, I wonder about the compository network of my mind. There's so much going on, and sometimes in such a convoluted labyrinth of thoughts, I wonder if my brain matter's overstressed. Generally optimistic but imaginative to a fault at times, I'd depress myself occasionally by 'over-thinking' (if indeed, there's such a term). Something out of nothing. Nothing out of something. I am a capable creator of both - thankfully, this is usually applied only to non-work areas. And thankfully, the long distance period is now over. Physical proximity and the ready availability of opportunities for real-time dialogue, sight and touch make a world of difference. All is more than well, and this shall teach me better than to stray into the scary world of unwarranted paranoia in future.