Have you ever had a recurring thought that just keeps coming up? Something that has to get out of your brain and out into the world? That’s where I’ve been for a while now.
This thought, unfortunately, is this amorphous blob though. Its shape is constantly changing. It’s color. It’s texture. Everything about it is in flux. All. The. Time. The process of holding it in though is becoming more “painful” than releasing it. The amorphous thought blob just wants a chance to be known and understood. Don’t we all?