The things that seem important to say are smaller.
I love words
their short comings
They seem scattered about these days and a little hard to find. This often feels strange. Is this a season...a new normal?
There are times I hope they are just inside me getting sorted through and sorted out. And I try to take note when they appear in meaningful phrases.
Will they increase? Will they ever want to tumble out? Are they waiting to be pursued?
These are the question that live inside me.