I just want to let thoughts unfurl on to digital paper.
Explosions of brain matter in the visual form. No sound.
Words and letters, symbols and numbers.
To describe a feeling is almost impossible to me.
Just like telling a woman how I truly feel about her, it escapes me.
Haunted by a past.
Curious of the future.
Content in the present, but also, not.
Let my mind wander while my fingers follow.
Crazy things are bound to be.
Maybe not.
08/09/23-0500
