Anticipation

"This is good for me."  Says me.  I feel a bit like I am starting all over again.  Almost every day.  That is also good, me thinks.  Labels.  My words, read, while writing,  lead to thoughts that might never make it to the page because they are about the page.  Describing the activity that goes on daily inside my brain is going to be a challenge, but, a fun one for me.  Today I read something to the effect of, the truth usually requires a small amount of words to speak.  Truth, about truth.  The picture of a picture of a picture.  Kerouac was the fucking man.  Is.  Editing. The 4th of July is coming up, please remember to light fireworks OUTSIDE.  Thanks.