FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
Wishing I had the time to sit, to compose, to draft and re-draft.
But today, all time is not mine. And this reminds me, it never is. And to use what I have been given
and what I give,
with care and a little crazy, to those who appreciate me as I am, see me for who I am.
Do not wish me changed, but wish me inflated, and copied, and set in reserve,
so when I am not there,
I can be pulled off the shelf,
and a piece of me placed nearby,
until my presence effortlessly fills the room
and my laughter finds the ceiling.
Carry on, then.
#for Reticent Mental Property