Sometimes bulleted, sometimes outlined

the scattered, jotted down words of mine.

Sometimes purple, sometimes red

they scatter across the page; tools in a shed

crafted out of paper and a thicker binding,

separated by colorful ribbons to help me with finding

my place inside the lined white sheets

covered in thoughts and ideas; ugh, not very neat.

Things to do, places to be,

thoughts and ideas for characters, amateur –

no, childish drawings not artful enough for others to see.

Sometimes dated, sometimes directional

bits and pieces and particles of me.

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