Words are forming faster than my fingers can type. So I am writing, the old fashioned way for a change. It will be posted when something is made of the millions of thoughts backing up like the busy streets of New York.
Amazing what the mind is capable of. Sometimes I wish mine wasn't as capable as it can be on days when thoughts flow like a rapid river. Sometimes it's easy to make them logical and sometimes it's as confusing to me as the voice that tries to speak them.
Amazing what the mind is capable of. Sometimes I wish mine wasn't as capable as it can be on days when thoughts flow like a rapid river. Sometimes it's easy to make them logical and sometimes it's as confusing to me as the voice that tries to speak them.
