There’s always lot’s of YOU SHOULD… all the time!
My soul flies around confused and do not know where to land.
An evocative sense.
There’s so many thoughts in my mind that it’s difficult to get them in order to print them down.
They just jumping or popping around like a bouncing ball!
I do fail. All the time. And then the ball just land on the ground like a booom. Big big boooms. All the time! Imagine what my head feels like!