this is stream of consciousness
I have to confess. For there is a
difference between speaking your mind
and speaking the truth. a happy medium.
A lukewarm rainstorm. It’s winter, and
everything is dying or dead, and what I
find warmth in is this love, and it is bringing
me back to life. it is sweet, gentle, and
childlike in all of the ways I thought I missed
out on or skipped over. Yes, I’ve played double dutch
and no I don’t like pickles. I collect a lot
of stuff and things and I place their history as their
value and in that context I find comfort in the past.
this is what’s on my mind and if I could pull
your stream of consciousness out of you, I would too.