Thoughts make a nest
of chatter and churn
without regard to my needs.
They blanket up
and spread out to feast
on my fears and watch me bleed.
Instead of sleeping, which is probably my best bet if I want to enjoy today, I am squabbling over words to put to thoughts and depending on you to read and like and feed my ego. Ha!!! I am an overly needy person. I cannot find rest within myself, constantly buzzing and changing decor. Find me at a party and not a peep makes way out of my mouth. My husband chalks it up to hormones. Oh, those thing-a-ma-jings that get blamed for my inability to keep myself together! I am sure they hate me too! Oh blasted!! I have gone and done it again… it is just me after all.
(FYI: None of this is true. Does it even make sense because I may be sleep-writing at 2:30am Eastern time in Indiana.)