Excitement has buried itself so deeply into my psyche that

I feel an enormous pressure building

In my core being.

Like a child that fidgets when a nap is calling

Or an athlete walking the tunnel to the start of a game.

Up for hours, writing….not writing

Crashing hard and sleeping long

To repeat the cycle

Again and again

No one knows how I feel

If they do, they know not the simple complication of my

Excitement.

My head exploding in words and thoughts

Attempting to escape all at once

I’m only human

My pace unable to keep up

I struggle to “get” it

I must

So I begin my assault on the keyboard

Like a possessed demon

Fingers skimming….tapping…..thumping

Beating to my rhythm

He said…she said…they said……where?

Slight relief……but….

How much more do I contain

In my self-imposed ocean of

Nouns, verbs, conjunctions…..

I try because I can

I do because I am

I accomplish because I’m determined….

The door is open before me.

I

Walk

Through