I don’t
always write
or share
as things happen.
I tend to
p r o c e s s
so it’s not always
(chroni)logical,
and the
senses
or the
sense
may get
lost
somewhere.
Sometimes it’s me
trying to make
sense
of the
t
a
n
g
l
e
d
thoughts
I can’t
unwind.
I can’t always
unscramble
everything
or fully
track myself –
which may make me
more screwed up
than they even have a name for,
although if they have a name,
I’m not sure
I’m ready to know it
yet.
But it’s real
true
and probably more
raw
than I actually want to share.
So I’m still trying
still learning
still growing.
(I think.)
And
maybe
somehow
someone
can glean
something
from my mess.
Maybe even me.