I wonder...

I wonder where my words went.
I used to write these rivers of words.
They would flow swift and free,
Bursting the dam and pouring over the banks of my mind,
Surging through my fingertips
and onto the screen.

Maybe those words were more like an artesian well, deep and full,
Which when tapped quickly reaches equilibrium,
Taking years to repressurise.
I wonder...

I'm sucked into a connected world that has no real connections.
I've lost the real in my real life.

Or maybe I just woke up too early and need a cup of coffee.

I need to clean out my dresser drawers.
No one needs that many t-shirts.

Wit or something like it

She hollers from the bathroom "Come on, come here.... coooome oooooon I'm not getting any younger you know.......I'm getting old here."

She's 6 going on 60 it seems, and truth be told I really don't care about the bubble hat but her tub time conversation is funny enough.