Sometimes I wonder about things, just things in general. They start to wander in my head. They try to form sentences, but they're usually short. A noun or so.

We were talking and I didn't say half the things I needed to say.

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best—” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.”
--Winnie the Pooh

There are a few things I will miss, a girl with no shirt on lighting a cigarette and brushing her hair in the mirror; the sound of a mailbox opening, somewhere, and closing at two in the morning of the first snow, and the words for them.