There is a poem at the end of my rambling! Feel free to scroll past all of this if you’ve gotten used to this being a poetry blog (like I have!).
Well, it happened today. I did not want to make a blog post. I don’t know where this came from, and I don’t really know how this post is going to end, really. I’ve been writing lots this week, but none of it feels ready to share, and with the world in the state that it’s in, none of it feels like it has a place on anyone’s timeline. Thank you so much for reading.
I also can’t find my writing pen. Yeah, I’m the kind of person who only wants to write with that one special pen. Yet somehow I’m also the kind of person to misplace pens. Not a great combo.
I’ve been thinking a lot about time. And how much time I dedicate to different tasks/things/people/dreams. And how we experience time differently depending on so many different factors. So I guess that’s what this week’s poem is going to be about! Time. Good talk. Thank you for reading my ramblings. Tell me in the comments how you’ve been spending your time. What dreams do you have? What do you need to get there?