scribbled.

i think if i were different
i would have notebooks filled with
flowers
paper cut-outs
clippings of grass
drops of dew
and a piece of red thread to hold it all together.

but my notebooks are filled with words
scribbled thoughts
bouncing brain spew
things i need to change

(i always think i need to change)

so i make lists
action items
things i can finish
because i am a finisher
i
finish
things
because if i can't,
i am incapable of letting them go.

i don't know how to leave things undone.
how to leave words
unspoken and under my tongue

but who is listening?
are you?