a jade-green sweater

I don't think I know what I'm doing in the midst of all this. I say to myself (as there are many moments throughout the day) that I would record this and that. I come back to my room and my mind is like a washing machine filled with water with no clothes inside. I saw some model homes today. There was this one bedroom with a window right behind the railing of the stairs. I wouldn't want that room. I cannot tie a knot to my thoughts so I'm not even going to try.