Semi-Daily Scribbles

 
I hope there's some meaning in the madness gushing out. This jag has left me breathless. It's hard to focus on other things when the brain is sifting through the junk and gems floating to the surface. Who's in charge here? The telling of, listening to, and transcription henceforth is exhausting work. For all their nonlinear splendor, I'll stick to my lines and hope that's all the guidance I'll require.

words that write themselves
riddles whispered across time
making sense of it