What Do I Do?

As much as I would have wanted to post something this week, things got out of hand.

It’s not so much about not having any idea of what to write about, but it’s an overload of memories all trying to vie for some position of recognition.

I don’t know why, but since the start of the week, I have been plagued not by one nor two but three ideas for future works groveling and screaming to be written down.

I remember that in the old days (yeah, I am old!) I would not hesitate to write them down one after the other. But I have been careful with the pull and push of memory, and so I thought that if I let them stay as they are, they would remain there.

Big mistake.

Anyway, hopefully, these would be the works you would be seeing after this post:

a) The memory of a girl who had the most beautiful penmanship I have ever seen.

b) It was not a pick up line and even if it was, it did come out naturally and worked out perfectly: the woman in whose eyes I learned to swim.

c) Because I understand why things have to die, I endure one woman’s silence and apathy.

Nuff said, im a government slave and works are waiting.