If you are like me, you gotta get it out somehow.
Some days, words bumble around in my head like bees in a hive. To an outsider, their sporadic and frantic movements might seem nearly impossible to track, much less comprehend. To me, it is a dance. The words are connected and swarm petulantly, batting behind my eyes until I cannot ignore them. There are days when my words are not worth sharing. Or, perhaps the words are just better left in the hive. But, sometimes, I just need to let it go. Open up and let them fly away.