There are too many things, too many words, too many songs, and too much sugar.
There are too many things, too many words, too many songs, and too much sugar.
Remembering…
isolated parks where I have retreated to do some writing. Not happening today. Today, no pleasure park, just chaos in the Starbucks. Busy. Holiday buzz. Bland songs, blunt. Cold feet. Fast talkers.
Sometimes here, sometimes not here.