with the intelligence of a stick I beat my thoughts out on paper.

I sat in a cafe today with books stacked like towers around me, yet for some reason they couldn't catch my drifting mind. I felt lost.

So I went to the bookstore and wandered between shelves above my head, full of ideas and thoughts that I can only brush with my finger tips. I sipped a mocha between cold fingers thinking how, yes, someday I'll have something to say, someday I'll write something worth reading.

My thoughts jump from here to there. My web page I'm working on for a class, Grudge, the move I watched last night that still scares me, and my Edward Said paper I have to start writing in the morning...

Yes. Said. Let me beat some of those thoughts out of my head. Those are the thoughts with a dealine. Beat away, just beat away.  ¶ 3:25 PM