just a minute...

it’s been a minute since I wrote in this little space

too many minutes

because… life

i’d say the travels, the moving, the movement…

but that’s what I like to write about, that’s what creates something to write about

so I think it’s more the heart

the unfilled desires, the filled desires

no, that doesn’t make sense, I like to write about those too

the uncertainty, yes, I think that’s it

the repetitiveness of the uncertainty

the not wanting to write the same thing over

and over

and over again

the anxiety, the longings fulfilled and unfilled, the wandering

but I just did

there’s all the words again… and it just took a minute