I’m not crazy

bus stop poems, Meet my Monsters, morning missives, old thoughts that still mean something, small stories 1 Minute

Am I crazy?

It feels that way- so much going on in my head.

Words. Whispered

Words. Screamed

Words. Held in

Because life moves forward. Things to do. Mundane to run.

How can this be? With a head so full. That everyday is still just, every day.

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Published by deannemansfield7242

I am many things in my life. I write about all of them, in some form or another. Fact or fiction it is all there.

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