I thought I’d find the story here, at the edge of the world, looking out at the mountains and the ocean. I thought I’d find out how all these words fit together. All these words that are in me but refuse to be massaged into the whole. I know they belong together. I feel it in my soul, but I cannot for the life of me find the spine that would let them stand together, straight and strong.
They are disjointed, separate and yet full and fat in my soul. Thoughts thrown on a page that so clearly connect in this mad mind of mine, but the connection is impossible to capture. It dissolves each time I reach for it.