things

things like this don't just spring forth fully formed from my forehead like lesser-gods from the forehead of zeus.

nossir, noma'am.

they lull and mull and loiter about in my skull for awhile, scaring away the paying customers, until The Time Is Right and they emerge, polished (or at least verbalized) and ready for the world. sure, sometimes they don't come out quite right, but i'm not all spon-tah-nay-eh-tee and lightness. nope, sometimes these things weigh heavily upon my heart until they're ready for the light of day.

but nothing stays hidden in me forever. i write it down or forget it. such is me.