Words of Clay

 I’m just trying to find something of value in these ramblings. I don’t talk often. More than people imagine I do, but still not “often”, I guess? Who knows. It’s just that I think a lot, but thinking isn’t really a form of expression. At least not one that’s been helpful to me. Putting the inside out and turning the inside out. That’s what my life is now. More accurately, that’s what I’m trying to make of it. I have two hands, a mouth, two ears, and two eyes. Even if I had less, I was made to build. This is the start.