So many thoughts, feelings, and words swirling in my heart and head. Pieces I see or hear but can’t gather them together just yet. Scattered dreams. Visions I see. Memories of places I’ve been or have yet to be.
Words that grab me. Phrases that tap on my heart looking for a presence. A place to call home. Visions of what could be-should be-but have never been.
Wanting Needing a beginning, middle and end.
Fragments of places… sounds… feelings…memories
float before me like wreckage from a tsunami adrift on the sea of my thoughts with no destination.
I gather them in and wait. Wait for the pieces to fit -the collective to begin. I wait for the story they belong to, to start flowing from my pen.