Train-of-thought.

I lost mine.

Good.

I was meditating.

Seeking that thoughtless space.

In between thoughts.

Not boredom.

Not distraction.

Not procrastination.

It's like why I have all my best ideas in the shower.

I close my eyes for a second.

Disconnect.

Look inward.

Don't be afraid of it.

The looking.

Sometimes, my near-death experience pops in.

It's a motivator.

I crashed.

I eventually walked again.

With a sense of liberation.

To feel the fear.

And do it anyway.

To let inhibition go.

At the station.

All aboard!