Yesterday I had one of those moments where you're simply paralyzed by thought.

I had been in the shower running the current circumstances of my life through my mind, trying to calculate outcomes, or at the very least, trying to establish a list of likely outcomes.

After feeling refreshed I came back to my desk and looked at the letter I had just written, addressed to no one but my future self. Its thoughts flooded through me, the last 2 weeks replaying in full.

Suddenly I felt Cold. Yet I was dry, only my hair dripping. How long had I been standing in thought? 5 minutes? 10?. The ink of the letter had run, streaking down the page and was now pooling on the desk.

"How Appropriate", I thought as I stood watching the writing wash away, "Left with nothing to hold onto but yet, given a clean page."