I thought blogging would be a good catalyst
to help me finish
what I start to write –
a way to wrap things up and
put stuff out there
rather than just journaling
in circles.
Instead,
I have 82 pages
of unfinished words
that are strung together with some semblance of meaning,
but none of it is good enough. (At least not yet.)
None of it is clear enough
meaningful enough
interesting enough
thought out enough.
It’s (almost) as jumbled
as what’s inside my head.
And it just
keeps
increasing.