Junk drawers and lost thoughts

I've had so many thoughts running through my brain the past few weeks/months. But I haven't been able to put them together, or make sense of them.

The thoughts seem very sporadic and incoherent, hence the reason I can't successfully catalog and organize them.

I guess that's why people have a junk drawer.

I need one for my brain.

A place for all the random, possibly useless...and yet possibly useful thoughts. The thoughts I don't quite know what to do with.

There's just no place for them.

Maybe what they really need is some time in the sun. A day. To walk around and stretch their legs.

Perhaps then they'd be able to find their place.

But airing a thought out or two or twenty can be daunting, exhausting.

Looking at all the ins and outs, analyzing...

But then, I guess if I were doing that, I'm not actually letting it walk around, I'm taking it for a walk.

I need to take the leash off and let it be.

Be the thought that it is.

Perhaps if I stop resisting it, stop trying to tie it down, the lost thought will find it's way home.

Maybe I'm just curious where it will end up.