Stars On the Ceiling

I often sit in silence,
staring up at the pale green stars on the ceiling
without truly seeing anything at all.
My mind wanders away,
traversing through ten-million thoughts per second;
not stopping to visit any one for too long.
They are simply random images;
the babble of a distracted brain.
Pictures, ideals, worries, joys, relief;
they all pour through in a flood
of rushing visual and auditory scenes
creating a tranquil cacophony.
The present blends with the past,
as well as the possible future.
People I have met, lived with, loved,
hated, still love and hate
are carried by too swiftly to see;
and yet, there they shall always remain.
Stored away for eternity.