I am a rather busy girl with a rather busy mind. Busier than
average, trust me. There is the comparison of guys having “waffle brains” while
girls have "spaghetti brains". Some girls are ziti, some are those
pasta pinwheel things, while others are linguine. Me? Angel hair.
Now, I am a non-busy girl with still a rather busy mind
which means something has to get released somewhere. It used to be that I could
just burst out in song and that would be enough to suffice the grumbling beast
of creative expression. But now my hands twitch for a sketch pad, an empty
page, a pencil, a piano—something to break the dam when words are not enough.
Maybe you’ll get to reap the fruit grown by the flooded
river.
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