on my mind

I actually have a little bit of time right now to write but there is nothing predominately on my mind. That makes me sad. At home I always have ideas, discussions or something artistic going on inside of my head. But here it's like there's too much in there to extract any single concept for consideration. It's exhausting really.

I've found that I tend to define myself based on what I am thinking or mulling over, so who am I when my mind is too full to think? Hmm...