Stacking thoughts and that feeling called love

A million thoughts but they are all tangled in one another. Getting them out one by one and stacking them is really hard. Once you you place them quickly without sorting they are most likely placed on flames and it is hard to pull them off and place them back into the chaos. At this very moment they are juggling. To keep thinking of them just makes it worse. The easiest thing is to find the fine line between the chaos and peace. I really need to sort everything smoothly but it is easier said than done. Stop thinking is not helpful as it may come back to you and torture you the following day. The only righteous thing to do is to fight with it. The constant battle between the thoughts and feelings! To look at love is to look through the eye of a needle. Sometimes it feels easier to rinse it all off by pulling the sea over you like a blanket and fall asleep to the rhythm of the waves while the fresh air caress your thoughts vigorously. That feeling called love can make you melt in one with the air you breathe, leaving you weightless but at the same it has the power to weigh you down, all the way down to the bottom where nothing exist. The thought is the tool to either flow or sink.