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.

i’ll wait.

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.