Lost in thoughts

“A man is what he thinks about all day long.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Words whirling around like the Autumn leaves in the stormy winds. Ideas coming in and out faster than I can write them, plots being imagined and carried out. This is what is going on in my head right now. Before I lose my mind and forget it all, I have decided to try to tame this wild world occupying my head.

My trusty notebook is going to follow me around everywhere I go, together with a pen. Should an idea strike in the middle of…



  1. Oh yes. Though many days if I succeeded in capturing those ideas they would form yet another to-do list. Which some days has poetry of its own.
    I loved the small bird masquerading as a crumpled leaf at the top of the tree. Thank you.


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