Version Control

One man a million thoughts. A million what ifs. Self-doubt. Self-assurance. Thoughts left unfinished, dreams dressed in deadlines. Have you ever woken up and felt behind on a schedule nobody gave you? Have you ever woken up speaking to a million versions of yourself? A mind where silence is a myth. Where the loudest sound is you though no one else hears it. Thoughts come in small packages. Envelopes, sealed and heavy, filled with something unwritten. Unheard. Unseen. Have you ever woken up to a flood not of water, but of thought? A whole night without dreams, but a morning packed with plans so extraordinary others would call them outlandish. Have you?