A Wisp of Smoke by Luke Freeman
It is one of those days when I feel like my brain is on fire. There are thousands of thoughts and ideas like mini pulsars shooting through my grey matter, but none of them is really sticking. On a day like today I know I should be getting so much done, and I try, but it's never enough. My thoughts are like wisps of smoke that float up and out of my reach. Trying to catch them is futile, so I settle for watching them drift up and away.