I'd like to think of thoughts as little rubber balls.

Bouncing around inside your head...

Sometimes they fly with beauty and grace...

Often times they bounce off of others, perfect and harmonious - as harmonious as rubber balls can be, I guess...

Now and then, it seems that some appear randomly, as if out of thin air...

Normally they are wonderful. Entertaining. They make you smile.

But what happens when one hits you, say, in the eye.

Sometimes you wish that they would just go away.

But when you rid yourself of all those rubber balls in an attempt to claim your peace once again...

It is then a self created boredom that drives you mad...

So... yay for rubber balls!