all these thoughts
Where do you put them all? In a blog where they don't fit? In a corner where they're secret and building up just as much? Try to write it down and gain control of them, but it's no use if it's just you and the paper because then they're just bouncing around in a bigger area. Don't watch your step they might hit you in the head someday.
I'm indecisive and disorganized; tired and disappointed. Confused. Frightened, too, I suppose.
Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I remember. I don't know which is the most bothersome.
I'm indecisive and disorganized; tired and disappointed. Confused. Frightened, too, I suppose.
But that's how it is. It's a hill and you climb. It's always a climb. The view's worth it, they say. I say. Sometimes though, sometimes your knees hurt and your shoes are ugly and mismatched and it makes one stop and think. I think thinking about things too much might be one of the worst things one can do.
Especially when you follow it with inaction.
Life is locomotion, Mrs. Allen said.
