Let me crave your indulgence but a brief time and wander through the trapdoors of my mind. I await motion and hope for application of my braincells in some formative and useful manner. I hope for more and furthermore hope for something. Just trying to keep my greyest matter from seizure. Pondering nothing, my mind slows evermore.
Small fragments float around, possibilities, ideas, but many, so many float away. Want to capture more of them.
