so long, fare well, it's been too long. my creative juices have dried up in the midst of laundry, dishes, snotty noses, toys on the living room floor, pee on the living room floor.
is it possible i have nothing left to say? i doubt it. i have to look for it. start typing and see what comes. remind myself of who i am, who i was, who i am yet to be. this is not all i am. not all i am capable of. there is more. more than laundry, dishes, snotty noses, toys on the living room floor, pee on the living room floor.
( there are no capitals. i don't know why. where is the red pen correcting this enormous error, oversight, gross abuse of the english language? )
little people run around, making noise, making messes. where are all the big people?
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