I listen for the sound of cicadas to drown my thoughts. But even though their decible level is high, the thoughts still float to the top. Every time.
Thoughts are my strongest muscle but they don't serve me the way bulging biceps would. They are heavy but not useful.
Is being too emotional a thing? Am I depressed? Too creative? Too empathic? Is it human? Why do I think about my thoughts? Layered like the earth's soil. Thought after thought, the ground becoming heavier. And deeper. Calm down, erratic brain.