thursday musings

I have much on my mind, yet nothing to say. The words are shriveled, dried up in vain.

Maybe it’s burnout, or overwhelm, or something I can name.

I’m not quite sure what it is, but I’d like to write today.

Ideas are endless, but my brain is falling short creating a picture like usual.

Thoughts are on a tightrope and nearly all spill over into the void.

What remains steadfast on the taut line is pondering, and I wish not to dwell heavily.

I’m just trying to take things slowly. The heart is attempting to get ahead of my logic–I tame her gently.

Both must exist together at a similar pace, or else life grows to hold spillage of either.

Usually, I’m a world maker. I start with an inkling and expand it by thinking and sensing and feeling.

Experiencing this imaginary place with my own body.

But today, my palette is sticky–the paint is drying faster than my brushes and hands can complete the musing.

“I can do it all,” says my mind. “We should focus on that,” says my heart. And my body says nothing, aside from the fatigue that makes breathing an effort.