Contemplation . . . HNT?

Thoughts go racing through my mind . . .
one followed by another,
and another,
and another,
and another,
and another . . .
until my head is so full of random snippets of thought I fear it might burst at the seams . . . if a head had seams that is . . .
instead . . .
more thoughts push to the front from deep within . . .
starting the process over again . . .
Thoughts go racing through my mind . . .
one followed by another,
and another . . .


Not nakkid in the traditional sense...but my soul and nerves feel completely bare...