I am trying.

I am trying to sleep but an organ keeps waking me up. An organ that isn't really there. An organ and some drums and a pencil and a pair of shoes and a bunch of things I did wrong today that I'm going to do better tomorrow.

Writing is one of those things. I quit hitting "publish" and then I quit writing drafts and it isn't that I don't have words, I just watch them all flitter by in my mind like ticker-tape. And then with my eyes closed, I form them into sentences and then I put them to music and then it is morning.
And then it is night.
And then it is morning.

And then I get up again and all day long I knit a web for us to stand on
or maybe just
a net to catch us.

Linked up to sweet Heather's Just Write.