(no subject)
I have so much to say. Not neseccarily here, but words have been floating and whirling around my head for awhile now. I don't know what form they want to take...or who they want to hear them, but my head's kinda been a mess lately. My imagination won't leave me alone and neither will my fear. Don't get me wrong...things have been good. It's just that my mind won't let me be. I started planning out a story yesterday and this morning I had a fleeting thought "Where'd I put that book? I want to finish it" How dumb is that?