Dislodged words struggle for dominance inside my head.
Masticated syllables bleed freely on my pages,
garrulous, pithy observations stack one to one,
against fluctuations in my comprehension. . .
I have so much I want to say. . .
thoughts race,
my mind is never quiet.
why does expressing myself
have to be so damned hard?
fuck.
I give up.
what was I thinking?







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