Rambles

Pretty strong are the thoughts.  Slow are the responses. Tired are the limbs.

Today I hoped we would talk but I found that all I did was rumble.  No words came out.

I showed a picture and I felt like I invaded your time and your space. There is no need for that kind of expression.

I hope that all the talking doesn't become bits a pieces of life. I wouldn't want to interfere with your life. I would hate to ever be that kind of person.

And still I hope to be involved but that is asking too much. I cling. I hope.

Oh dear how do I just go.