No head or tail

When I'm writing in my head I tend to work harder, like the task at hand seems like writing something .....
Like my words are transcended like strokes of letters at the task I'm currently at....you know what I mean, like when i fold laundry the act of folding is transformed into an alphabet...too hard ot explain.

Especially so when i have more than four thoughts clashing in my head to get my attention and i talk to myself and answer one and refuse the other and playfully tease the one left, pretending to ignore the fourth grumpy one.

Jonas mom mellisa said I looked cute, in  a world rare of compliments, I couldn't pass the opportunity to not share. If could be that carrying a buzz lightyear trike, hollering at t to walk on sidewalk not on the street, then I think I had fair chance of stopping John Abraham, if i was ever stuck on highway (why would i be stuck on the highway and why would john A be driving past, god knows why, just dont ask me, and go with the flow), and hop on to his truck and jamm to some dostana songs....wah meri jaan... Enough of ur imagination.