30 days of summer :: 26

there are things i want to write, lying like salmon spawn beneath the tumbling waters of my mind. they are only eggs yet; not quite ready to break through that protective membrane and swim on their own tiny fins into growth and fullness.

but those thoughts on desire, and dreams, and expectations, and real-life. they are definitely there.

i'd say i will keep you posted, but there's always the chance that those thoughts will burst and dart away into fruition in my life before they can be hooked into this lil' blog. but you can always hope. and keep your eyes open. these eggs may appear later in some way, shape, or form. i'm just not promising that they will be neatly labeled.

xo.