My words elude me. Daily. I sit to write or type and they're missing. I dream them, watch them, hear them as I walk, drive, mow the lawn, paint, make lunches, give baths and then, POOF, gone. They seem brilliant at the time, almost not me. Definitely not me. I go to place them on paper and I've lost them, forever. Elusive ideas and thoughts, brilliantly meant for only me! Dammit! You would have really liked some of them!
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