fillers

time passes by each day, nothing remarkable to note one day from the next, if not for the change in light. perhaps this sounds sad? boring? but days pass, time passes, for each of us. some days will forever be ingrained in our minds, while most will pass by without a pause or thought. maybe it is these days, the ones that slip by, that i should grasp at. instead i find things to fill in the gaps, to stay ahead of time. but time creeps up on me, and all these fillers will fall away - then what?

a beginning

i am not someone who is good with words. for the most part when i speak, i have neither a begging or an end- perhaps the opposite of a circle? i also never make sense, or complete thoughts or sentences. and most of the time, i have no idea what i am going to say. and maybe my words exist in a place too far from my fingertips, and maybe they remain unspoken, and maybe there is no difference. i have no idea what will happen, but perhaps the idea of rambling long enough to find the one word i am looking for, is enough for now. i have no idea where my words will take me, and maybe that is all i can say for now.