I want to write, but I wiggle in my seat unable to keep a coherent thought.
I want to finish “The Forest of Hands and Teeth,” but it sits and stares at me like it’s too far away to reach at the moment.
I want to utilize the song pumping in my ear for something awesome, but I can’t figure out what.
The dishes in the sink are calling my name, my love is sick and needs my comfort, and I can’t stay focused on a damn thing even though I really want to.
Peace – Sarah