It’s a metropolis in my head.
Ideas whiz round, like inner city cars; thoughts about home and work, about the world and people and life and death and choices and love and how to pay the next bill and will the water keep running.
The ideas build up, like urban sprawl.
But then feelings flood my heart. A tsunami of memories and emotions wash away my carefully laid thoughts.
To drain the waters, I write them down.
Out in the world they can be more than an idea.
Out there they can be a smile, a tear, maybe even truth.