your head is full of lists. they make webs with their busyness.
to-do. to-don’t. what-if-this. what-if-not. directions. misdirections.
serious plans & diddly-daydreams.
they all need a place, to dwell and fester.
but at times it gets crowded, and a vacuum to the ear seems the last resort.
unless . . .
unless the pen can step in, conduit from heaven, and sort it all out.
unless neatly organized post-its can really save the world. or at least your sanity. this week. for now.
write it down. sort it out. turn the webs in your head to lists on the fridge, in your purse, on your desktop.
alas, the head is free.
to think? to rest? to imagine?
looks like you will need more lists after all . . .