There Is So Much To Say

There is so much for me to say, so much bottled up inside me, and so I shout as loud as I can into the wind in the desert. Does anyone hear me? Do they understand my meaning? Do my words strike discordant notes before they are swallowed whole?

You know, it doesn’t matter if anyone hears me or not. I need to get it out!

I need to take in gulps of air and force it upward into the clouds to join the millions of molecules that float and bump into each other and force change upon one another. I need to feel my shout rip forth from my lips. And so I let it rip!

Tribal, elemental, primal, base and native, I free my message from the confines of my head, the world of inner thoughts and circular swirling repeating mantras that repeat and repeat until they lose their meaning. I let loose and my words become free of confines and structure. They no longer have to behave, and so, neither do I.

I no longer have to keep a lid on them, or bite my tongue. We are free!

I have let off steam, and it is a glorious thing. I have now joined the clouds that fly high above and I can see for miles and miles, all clear miles.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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