My journal is full.
My blog is empty.
I don’t know how to say what I want to say.
[out of words? it happens.]
I want to remember
the Indian dinner with moments of tears
the laughter with surprisingly new friends
the hugs with those I’ve missed
the car rides with old friends
walks on the beach
walks on the hills
walks through burghs
walks through streets
just moment after moment
that I don’t know how to explain
but I don’t want to forget.
I’ll try to blog again tomorrow
where maybe the words will have form
and I’ll find a way to talk about
my mind and heart
being so full.