I have thoughts, all day, ideas, thoughts, words. Words that need to get out of my head before they get lost in the webs and suffocated from lack of space.
I lay down at night and I have thoughts, words, ideas swirling in my head. Dancing in the river of consciousness/ clambering to get out but I'm to tired to write them. I get too busy to take the time and give them the proper form to spill on the page and dance across the paper. I wish I had more time.
To give the words their proper place, the time to learn their moves and get out the kinks before they debut their dance.
But spring is here. the flowers want to dance too and they need to be freed from the constraints of the weeds and the debris of winter. The little people want to stretch their winter skin and dance in the sun and feel the wind through their hair.
So today, today the words will have to wait. They will have to mingle together and hold on tight so as not to get lost. Maybe they will get their turn tomorrow, but not today. Words will still be here tomorrow, maybe dancing a different arrangement but still here.
My two little people will only dance this dance today. Tomorrow they will be another day older, another skill learned, another word picked up. Tomorrow they will be different then today, so they can't wait. I only get one today with them.