Unseen.

Fleeting questions, gone with the moment.

Smoke rings, misty breaths.

I think of things that have been, and things that could be.

We connect in a very different way from what I am accustomed to. Sometimes I don't understand it, because it isn't about thoughts and words. And it has changed a certain part of me, I know.

I think humans are built on order. We order our worlds in different ways, some conventional, some unique - those that we often call an organized mess. There must be order. That's why we seek reasons, that's why we fear the unknown, we fear what we cannot understand, and many prefer to stay a good way from it.

Insanity is thus the lack of order. When there is no logical order, when thoughts colours emotions actions meld and blend and tangles together. It ensnares a person.

Let my thoughts be ordered by Christ.