On being an introvert

Oh, how I think, and think, and think

And write...

I have to, or all these thoughts floating around in my head are crashing into one another, like bumper cars at the fair; the ride operator in control of running it safely, while ensuring amusement for the rider.

But, I'm not amused. And there's danger in too much thinking.

So I get off the ride, and I write.

One less car on the track.

One less crash.