inside

Now that I don't have a body to occupy my mind it's wandering deeper into the cerebral forest. I keep falling into the same endless philosophical thoughts. Do I stay with them because I love them or because I love the distraction? If that love was true then it would feel like something. But I've just lost part of a routine. I've just stepped onto a different path. I don't feel lost. At all. Curiosity pokes at my brain, but that's it. I don't get to think this way when I'm with others. No, I get to think this way all alone and share it with a nonexistent audience. I guess I like it this way, though. I'm always blamed for not sharing these things. I think the worst part is how much I really enjoy being in my own head. I wish I was more productive in here.