sometimes i wonder if i can only think in terms of lists.
short.
simple.
to the point.
my brain it seems is always on overload.
too much is crowding in all the time.
leaving me inert.
i'm reluctantto talk to you on the phone.
i fear i wouldn't be able to focus.
and then i'd be lost in the conversation.
and you'd know i wasn't paying attention.
not because i don't love you, but because i'm simply overwhelmed.
over.
whelmed.
so just send me a text.
txt.

xo