trying not to react to my hash-brain which keeps showing up for breakfast.
one big, blend of besprinkled thoughts twirling around in my head;
propelling me into a fit of emotions.
good-naturedly rigid, i ground all ten toes into my sandbox of sanity.
this casserole of contradiction needs to kindle.
the banjos duel it out: peace, rage, love, hate, safety, fear.
it may take a while, but that’s ok.
in the meantime i’ll be making sandcastles.