Words, scattered.

Scattered words, random. Words in the mind, thrown all over this page. Words that are different but won’t make a differece, words that have sense but make no sense. Words, random. Thoughts, many. Thoughts that are not in order like our MPigs in the August House. Thoughts that are not particular and have no direction. Just thoughts. Pain, intense. Pain that comes with no lesson, pain that I wish didn’t exist. Pain that will be back soon. Love, innocent. Love that brings me to tears, love tender and should be tendered. Stress, unnecessary. One thing needed, shut eyes, for sleep to take over.