Leap

A hundred thoughts in my head. Swirling around, bumping into each other, shooting apart again, like billiard balls on a table.

Some are silly. Some are random and mostly pointless. Some are bigger, heavier. Some require answers or choices.

They bounce and crash and rearrange, sometimes quietly, sometimes with sharp noise. Around and around, back and forth, until finally one slips down into the pocket.

Will I ultimately dismiss them or will I leap?


For the days I want to write but need that extra push, and, just as much, for the days when the prompt inspires me, all on its own, whether I need extra motivation or not.