By Margo Gillis
How abstruse it must be to be the wall I bounce my thoughts off of.
It must take such self-control to sit and listen to the spiral leaving my mouth and flowing out into the world where it will be shortly forgotten to all but you.
I think you’re the wall I bounce my thoughts off, but in reality, you’re the container I discard them into and promptly move on from.
But meanwhile, you’re still there holding onto to all of my daily blather until you have no more room to contain it.