Soon …

There is so much that I want to say. So much that needs to be said, yet I feel at a loss for words. Words that come so easily in their formation, yet now I sit here and seem to struggle. Perhaps it is because so much weighs heavily upon those chaotic meanderings known as “thoughts”.

*blinks*

Yeah, right. Of course that does not mean that such simplicity is taken for granted. It merely is what it is. Never hide from the truth. Never succumb to those agonizing and traitorous thoughts that attack when you least expect it. Such glib responses to the senses can be as refreshing as an ice cold drink, or a dunk in freezing waters that literally takes the breath right out of you.

So they say.

Such restlessness can be considered myopic, can’t it? Or perhaps the correct word would be mundane? Such a myriad of wanderings in their ceaseless prattle that beckon, tease and elude. What folly is that?

There is so much to be said with so little time in which to say it, or so it appears to me, that I feel almost bereft. But that’s not really the case here, is it? No … the reality is that I don’t know HOW to say what I want to say, let alone put a jumbled mass together that would even be considered as cohesive in its true mien.

Ha!

So says you!

Eventually that mystical and magical nuance will prevail to guide me forward. Ever so diligent in attempting to put down correctly the jumbled thoughts that linger and hang on by a mere thread. The precipice is nearing … the maelstrom soon to be released and eventually made sense of.

Soon …