Garden

 Your thoughts are beautiful things and you should treat them as such. They are yours and yours alone until you share them, and you have the choice not to. It's okay to keep some of those beautiful little thoughts to yourself because your mind is but a vast garden where seeds of imagination are planted and fruits of hard work and discipline may ripen. Sometimes other people's thoughts enter our gardens and whether those thoughts are fertilizer or pest depends purely on the company we keep. Thoughts can be expressed without words, and I suggest we do so from time to time because words fail us, do they not? Even writing this silly little post tempts me with thoughts that others will think that I'm less than I really am. I know who I am, at least I think I do. That's good enough for me because my thoughts are a green garden with sunflowers always facing the sun. You'd get lost in a garden like that; I do all the time. Life can pretty beautiful if you think it is.

Poetry

What an awful time to be writing. Elena is out frantically searching for a specific type of glue for her project, the car isn't packed yet for the trip, I played with my phone instead of grading papers the morning, and the boy is about to be up. Off into the forest tomorrow. The rivers. I'm guided by rivers.

I want to write poetry; for me, not you.

I feel like I might have something to say.