Fog over a lake, reminds me of the fog in my mind, that I've been lucky enough to ignore for some time. On a vacation, I neglected to pack my insanity, happily leaving it behind. Here time has no meaning, a week breezes by, no connection to the outside world, no judgement. The rain has come to rescue me, give me the wet air I need to regain my insanity, which apparently makes me sane? It's all becoming too complicated. Tracking my thoughts... I do not like what I hear, its negative, always negative.