words like gremlins hide
just beyond reach
creating chaos
in the spaces
of my brain
hidden in crevices
like crumbs
fallen beneath the oven
stubbornly out of reach
the gremlins steal my words
steal my thoughts
and taunt me
never letting me touch
the words I really need
Rambling thoughts from someone who thinks being barefoot on a spring, summer or fall day is one of the best feelings there is. Freelance ideas from a not-quite freelance writer.
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