tangled thoughts
December 8, 2014 § 2 Comments
Threads of thought tangled together like words that tumble into speech out of order. The days have crashed into one another with busy distractions and my mind wanders over parcels of prose, scattered in stolen minutes. Beginnings and endings rest like listless middles strewn recklessly in forgotten moments, begging time and stillness.
scribblechic 
A time for everything.
…even this.
Especially this. Thank you, Maurice.