I gather my restless thoughts,
hoping that I could string them into something meaningful.
Maybe they won't ever make any sense.
Maybe they wont ever be significant to you.
Maybe I just...
I'm rambling
Not because I'm uncertain of what I want to say.
I know exactly what I want to say.
It's just that you jumble my thoughts
Not on purpose.
Unknowingly,
You scatter my thoughts
That I've spent countless of hours trying to organize.
You leave me unornamented like a canvas.
Paint on me.
Scribble on me.
Let your creativity erupt on my surface.
Maybe I just...