Apr
24
Where do the words go?
when they aren’t falling from my fingertips or dripping from my pen? Are they being whispered into someone else’s ear or written in a crumpled note, maybe they are running through someone elses head. You know the words are not visiting me like they used to. It isn’t as easy to find them when you try. So I’ll just wonder what escapade they are on without me and hope that eventually they will migrate back to my brain to help me find ways to explain the tangle of thoughts clogging my brain waves. I’ve been far too quiet lately .
