Originally written 15 January 2008
Sitting, laying just me.
The vinyl spinning.
My thoughts swimming in my head. Some synchronized. Some not.
Sometimes these thoughts are so persuasive, that I can feel them rumbling around in my tummy.
The rumbling wont stop until I get them out.
It’s like when I am about to start reading a book. I can’t handle reading the preface. I feel like the story is going to start without me.