Thoughts cloud vision. This happens to me oh so very often and i have already reached office or reached the station or just gone away from you. Blame it on thoughts that stick on to the inside of your head, chattering away to themselves, from one to the other, making their own little networks of sanity and insanity, and in all of that chaos, i bob up and down. The exterior is definitely routine, from the time you wake up till you lie horizontal. Yearn for an arm to cuddle you and rock you to sleep or something equally poetic and nice soundign as that. But then till then, the ear gets warm and so does hte heart with voices that come from miles away..friends, lover everyone just a voice, again another string that keeps me craning, peering or looking over to see the sky, tonight.