When I close my eyes, all my thoughts at that moment come to life, swirling like a kaleidoscope, just out of reach of the logical progression of things. Random things, like the tree I saw this morning, purple combat boots, fog. But when I trey to reach for a thought, it shies away, leaving me grasping at air. I close my eyes without thinking, and thoughts intrude on the silence, even though thinking itself is like trying to grab hold of a hand in a rainstorm. A monsoon. My thoughts are like a swirling purple monsoon, engulfing me and forcing open my eyelids, and then I stare at the world and the kaleidoscope swirls away, leaving behind blank empty logic in an infinitesimal moment.