Thoughts

Words come to mind but uttering too many makes me question Question whether too much has been thought said or heard... Beyond the physical I speak from the gut exposing the raw the unfiltered the things hidden beneath, found under layers of secrets and second guessing. You will find me scribbling in notebooks typing on a computer program, blogging even. Taking a picture and remembering a lyric, the one that speaks to my heart tells me where to even begin and then all nerve is gone leaving me to wonder was there ever a time when words come to mind and I began to utter them spilling forth from my lips the secrets that ache to come out. stories begging to be told and waiting to be heard wanting to be written. penned if you wish. Making them concrete creations for the masses to see, touch, experience... And feel.