Sometimes You Can Only Stutter

At times my mind cannot control the images of memory. What my eyes have seen, my ears have heard, my nose has smelt and what my body has endured overwhelms the organization of my brain. Thoughts race, saunter and flicker through my head allowing me to only briefly know all of what I wish I could say. So many emotions can be tied to the same image that words are too many. In my eagerness to speak is the perfection of saying it all. If I can only find the words for one path then I feel what is offered barely expresses the truth in completion. To express my truth means coming from all directions. Each direction comes in from different angles, heights and speeds. I cannot write now what I wish to share. I can only wait with you while each path finds me and I am allowed time enough to try and let you in.