My brain

a new poem, which kind of explains why I haven't been writing more lately. 

     Brain       muddled
by     stuff                fluff

    useless junk
        fills
my permeable mind

leaving no room
  for what I love
 and long for

Ideas
  Creativity
    Imagination
Thoughts
   of my own

Earthly wants and needs    and desires
take up too much space
  and distract me

from what I really want
  and need
    and desire

Time        Space
  to create
      to think
         to breathe
and reconnect

with who I am
   was
      want to be
to become

to come clean  
   with myself

and to clean up the junk
   that permeates
my muddled brain.