Solar System

Spiraling thoughts dangle like stars fixed around my head. By the rate at which they are traveling it is surprising that they don’t crash into each other more often than they do. They simply hang there, filling up empty space and adding to the weight I lug around with me all day. My head seems to be the Sun to the solar system of thoughts that call my orbit their home. My head space is colonized by all of the thoughts or desires that are able to penetrate its barrier and become synchronized with the steady flow of the orbit.