Catalogs and brain waves
Syllables roll of the tongue, like that of a cheap lottery ticket vendor.
Each one impresses upon the mind as something possible.
Something exciting, and then, you scratch past the surface and its a dud.
Just like this, or that, each thing I write out is one step from being erased for ever...
But who am I, to even say which words are to be deemed well enough to make it past my pad of paper, my microsoft word page, my mind.
Which ones were always so beautiful but never uttered, and were they life changing.
Have I ignored that one sentence have landed me in the hearts of readers for this whole time. Will I ever spit it out...
I dont know
But syllables flow from my mouth like a stream of thoughts tapped reasonably for steady flow.
So I shan’t gush here.
