What I Was Going to Write
I had not written here for several days. I’d taken myself away from this medium - to collect my thoughts, to take a breath. I wanted to make a point to write of different things than the theme that has permeated that which is here thus far. I wanted to write about things that make me happy, things I love, things I want to do, see, experience. And yet, even as I make that list in my mind on the off moment in my day when such an item arises in my thoughts, it gets lost. Covered by windswept sands of a desert in my mind where only a few patterns of thought persist. Frustration, confusion, aggravation, loss, unfulfilled desire. These are the thoughts that rule this desert of mine, like little scorpions with their poisonous stings.
Perhaps tomorrow a desert flower may bloom, but today what I was going to write has withered away.
