maybe I don’t want
to stop this storming chaos
tearing at my heart
Sometimes I think I don’t give myself enough time to think of worthwhile things to say here. I just whip up a poem and say a few words and then post. No internal insights, no external musings.
I could probably re-tell stories of my work day but when the work day is over, I don’t want to think of it. And really, most of the stories aren’t worth telling.
I most heartily wish that was already November so that I can just dig into this story whirling through my head. It’s coming to me in pieces and I just need to put it all together and write it. Soon, so very soon!