You know that place where every thing is tangled. Every thought, just jumbles up. They are distinct. The thoughts. The ideas. But they are tangled. Now amongst themselves. No. They are tangled. Strangely so too. I think this the natural state. For me. Atleast. I don't know about other people. All those other places that I go to. I don't stay there long. I come back to this place. I am stuck.