In A River So Blue...

Memories don't leave like people do, instead they linger around without a clue, of whether or not they're going to bloom or drift away in a river so blue.

With no need to cast a net knowing it will barely be full, leaving me with no choice but to search for something new.

So I sit and keep ideas together like glue, sensing my insecurities want to make me look like a fool. Yet I raise my head abiding to what I know I can do.

I throw more ideas into the pot...now I'm thickening the stew. I spend time on opinions and thoughts, enough to break me down with a flu...

In the end I gather not one, not two, but an entire multitude because I realised all I needed was to take advantage of the little outstanding few.