tired...

sometimes as I walk, or clean a bathroom, or do dishes, my mind is full of thought fit for writing. Ideas and images brew into concepts that flow through my fingers off onto the computer screen. ... sometime ...
not now. Now ~ it is like when you are standing against a wall in a very full room and you feel your lips seal
-- tight tight -- you know, you just know, nothing will escape. That is how my mind feels now. There is no sound there. No words. No images. Nothing.
Maybe tomorrow ~

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  1. Loved the way you express not being able to write by writing! ;)

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