A space to unpack thoughts

Sun shadow fingers on keyboard, small screen, words appear. Unpacking first thoughts of the day. Eating porridge, drinking juice. Jude says goodbye. Off to work. Walking through this cold, bright morning. Down quiet streets, across the park, into town. Look back over words, change them, sculpt them. Still these are not my thoughts. What was I thinking, what was that dream that stayed with me, as a feeling, for a few seconds as I awoke? The manifesting dream is fuzzy, layers of not-words, not-pictures, not-sounds. This mêlée of dream thoughts provoke feelings, which set my mood. Certain thoughts bubble to the surface, maybe to be unpacked and re-packaged as words that will become consciously thought, maybe spoken, even written, other thoughts drift back into the stream.