Enoring to be Sane

When I think, I think about many things. Somethimes my thoughts are so many that it seems like my mind is filled with white noise. It like a gumbo pop of sound. I wonder if this is how superman felt. When he hears a distress call from all those people at one time, it's like I have to pick out a singular sound that's on a frequency. It's so hurt nowadays to tell the thoughs apart. It's like they all want to be heard. It's is enough to go insane, but I will not. For I just enore them all .
Hahahaha!

Ja!