Wide Open Lines

I feel sometimes that I think too much. That I am too curious and that I ask too many "life" questions. What do people think behind closed doors. A few of these pondering questions to myself are okay, but some days I get buried underneath until I feel my brain is buried deep in endless answers; until I feel I cannot grasp onto reality. These are the moments I can feel drastically creative or oppositely silly and dull. Having a friend at this point might make these times feel real and more substantial. Fail. So, it is Blogger I turn to in hopes my words may be read and at the very most have a positive impact on another. I can dream, can I not?