I keep trying to pin down a thought.
Crap…there goes another one.
Distracted by minutiae*
Unable to FOCUS!
Need sleep, breath…peace.
I have a moth for a brain and the light bulb burns like an acetylene torch.**
The afterimage from staring into the glow is cutting holes in my cerebellum.
I write, but it’s nothing to write home about.
Have posts unpublished and no time for review, reflection, or renewal.
Stop the world spinning so fast…I might be sick.
And so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes…
Asterisk Bedazzled Footnote:
*One of which is the correct spelling of the plural of minutia.
**Googled the spelling of that one too.