My thoughts flow out of me. The good, the bad, and everything in between. There are too many to keep bottled inside.
My thoughts flow out of me. The weight of each word unloaded beside the next one- connected and fluid- painting history, herstory, mystory.
My thoughts flow out of me. Mostly ramblings…some about me, some about others, some about everyone, some about no one. If you’re ready, I’ll share some with you.