Lost in thoughts, the minds activity keeping our body from rest, unrelenting in the serendipitous ideal that could be the REMS so necessary to reboot both, in equality, to ascertain the projections coming with a shared rising aubade. Curiosity, if you would, killing the cat or something like that; does repetition of an idea, repeating and repeating and repeating as if it should mean something more to you, from the moment you wake up (if you got any sleep), to the moment you go to bed (like you’re going to get any sleep…) berating your cranium with merciless certainty. Until it hits you; like a cows cud hitting yet another bovine palette for the last chew before digestion occurs, so that the brilliance of those morsels may be disposed of in an instant of relief, as a projectile of energy, so do you hit on the thought; so begins the verbal diarrhea, tirelessly reciting, with joy, do ideas stream out. Lamenting life, an eureka moment is achieved, as the cuddly introspection has finally been churned into something more, a real attainable objective, a physical expression; welcome to Ruminating Droll.