No Time To Play

What’s that feeling in the pit of my stomach?

That flitter, that flop, that fickleness.

It makes me jumpy,

It makes me shake.

Is it nerves, or just excitment?

That the air ripples around me is nothing new.

That it seems to sizzle is a tad different.

Waves of shimmers rise off the sidewalk

And greet me with fervor.

A shady spot would do nicely, today.

Hello again. I hope that everyone has been well. I have added more to my plate and am running on fumes right now. It’s sometimes hard to turn off my brain at night, so I click away on the computer, writing, playing or just goofing.

I guess that’s what I’m doing now. Partly because I’m trying to figure out what to do with this blog. I like having it, but at the same time, I neglect it so severely. Also, I don’t want to just bitch here and that’s what I’ve been doing in the past. Perhaps I will find a middle ground and go with that.

Until a later date… Isabella