Thoughts on Thoughts

My head always swirls with thoughts. Countless, sometimes all-consuming, usually pestering, but always swirling. In slow moments in the day they catch me, at night they keep me awake. I try to get them down on paper, but usually, these attempts fall flat. Never as brilliant and moving as they felt when those initial neurons fired. Or am I being my worst critic? Sometimes, maybe, or perhaps the thought of having my own raw thoughts scrawled on a page for everyone to see is what is making me cringe. Going out on a limb is a challenge that I usually don't accept, but I will only know what these words will become if I let them spill out.

Inspired by Slide 31 of 100 Days of Summer Writing 2019