chain link fence.

i wonder if anyone has sat. counting the number of times the little black line blinks before they started typing.. i wonder if the counting. the thought process. i wonder if it gets all intertwined. like a piece of rope. no more like a ball of string. as you are searching for the end.. but is that end really the end, or is it the beginning.. is this time in my life the end. or. is it the beginning. i wonder if, you wondering if i thought about this before hand. i didnt. the message it just comes. and the words align themselves, as if they have been practicing for days just to get it right. but when the words stop moving. when they no longer are putting them selves here on this screen. my mind it stops moving. i no longer know how to get back, or if it is safe to move forward. you couldnt possibly think that it was going to be okay.

                             a fool.
its impossible to count it. and to keep thinking about what will form next.. as the flashing line keeps moving forward.. leaving the words to form the path.  i had so much more to say.. and now all i can say is what  i did not intend but what made way and began..

...a 10 second nap...

and i cant remember what it is that i started with....
other than my thoughts formed a      chain link fence..

maybe not.