Damn. I had something interesting to write about that I was thinking about on the way in. It’s gone now. I’m so fried. Thoughts are like peas, rattling around in my head, and if I tilt my head to far to one side, they roll out my ears. I swear I must leave a trail of debris wherever I go, little dried-up thoughts, forgotten on the floor. Hiding with the dust bunnies under the bed. Going wherever lost socks go.

1 thought on “debris”

  1. what’s interesting is when you are sweeping (psychologically speaking) and you run into an old dustball of a thought, and realize its been instrumental in causing recent attitudes, behaviors, or whatever. Food for thought (peas to be exact).

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