Waiting

I haven't felt like writing for a while.

It seems life has filled with turmoil and my brain has become quite noisy.

And so I wait. I don't feel I'm a patient person. Waiting isn't easy. And it's hard not to pout.

The problem is that I've waited too long for words to get in line and all of my ideas are a jumble.
The only solution may be to start cleaning out some of the rattling pieces. Maybe then the brain freeze will thaw?