Bubbling

In a tiny corner of my mind
A voice suggested I open up a page
And empty my thoughts upon them
But I'm at the point
Where getting up to gather a notebook and pen
Would provide sufficient time
To lose my resolve
To lose the impulse
To ignore the rumblings beneath
In the basement of my superego

But why am I here?
What have I to say other than
To state the obvious fact
That there's more going on in my head
Than I let on?
Isn't that everybody?
You can't express all the thoughts
You can never say all the words
But that doesn't mean you can't inspire some of them


I keep coming back to the quote
(source TBD when I stop to check)
you best do something great enough to write about
or write something great enough to read
and I'm never quite sure which I'll do
but perhaps the fact that I'm considering the writing part
Means I should go for it

...

There's this writing contest that closes for submissions in a week. It's a flash fiction contest, so 1K or less. And I enjoy doing tableaus and blowing them up. So I think I might stand a shot. If nothing else, it will be fun to write ...and share.