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Monday, January 26, 2015

mining

You mine your mind
For something that feels like 

Inspiration. 

Impulse. 

Imperative. 

I must. I must. I must. 

But instead, I must do this and that and kids and laundry and time. 

No time. 

This is my time. This.

This is what keeps me sane, somewhere in the day when I am talking to myself, thinking and writing (and forgetting)

Forget me, forget what I said, forget those pieces that float away..... 

on a breeze, on a phone call interrupting, on a derailed train of thought. 

With no survivors.