Why is it that
I can hear the ticking of the clock
From across the room?
When the clock is its own entity of time
I shouldn’t be able to hear its business.
Why is it that it’s duty affects me so?
Why does it spin in a circle?
To make me dizzy?
Under its compulsion
I’m driven insane.
By time that ticks
In sync
With drops
Of rain.
Viva La Stories
Saying “yes”.
Saying “yes” is terrifying, because that means I’ve made a decision.
And making a decision is like signing a contract in black ink with a quail pen like in the 1800’s.
At least that’s what it feels like in my complicated brain/world/mind. <- see what I mean? There was no easy way of explaining that.
But I’ve said yes to creating this blog because I have so many ideas, poems and stories in my brain clawing it’s way out into the real world.
And I’ve decided to put them here because I believe they deserve to exist.
So welcome, and I hope life allows you to come back to visit my imagination. 😌