root beer floats

the thoughts swirl around in my head.  i think about them as i think my quiet thoughts.  my imagination takes over and it ratchets up about elevety four degrees.  my brain goes in to overdrive.  i create what i cannot see.  and i am really good at it.  i can make the littlest thing as big as the night sky. 

where there is a vacuum i will create an answer.

then i try and intersect with the real world.  remain calm.  do not project.  accept what you see as truth.  erase the tapes i have created in the noise of my own head.  my free roaming imagination can paint the most amazing pictures.  none of it based on a single speck of reality.

for a while it is a super fun place to exist.

then the float back to earth becomes impossible to corral.  just as my toes begin to reach for earth another wave of what if lifts me higher.  it is no longer a choice but the new reality.  and i soar.  i look down and see real.  but i am too far removed from real to embrace it as my own.  so i watch from above.

the only thing that grounds me is to say those crazy thoughts out loud.  myths are dispelled.  insecurities are discussed.  frustrations are articulated.  and with every thought i say out loud i begin to calm.  and before i know it i am back.  and it feels right.  and real.  and the only thing that floats is my root beer.