I occurred to me this morning.
It is lucky I love words
I am filled to the brim with them.
even as I wake they are up before me
(At night I go to sleep before them)
And as quickly as I spit them out
I fill up with more
So I have two blogs on the go
(One for stories
another for poetry)
I plaster words on paper, type them on my laptop
and still they come
I would have thought I’d have run out by now.
Maybe I should meditate instead