i'm starting to get so many, inspired by the things around me, my trains of thought are finally being put to use. but i can't, won't, write them down. maybe i think it will jinx the ideas. then, they come and go, but a certain couple remain stuck to the walls of my brain, absolutely burning to get out. i just don't know when a good time is to give these ideas a voice. what if it's only a whisper, caught and smothered by a breeze? i can only hope that a keen ear can pick it out from the howl.
inspired and excited,