Did you hear that?
I thought I heard something.
Sorry, I have such a hard time staying on
Track.
Running circles in my head,
Another thought ghosts me.
Crap. What was I doing?
Track, I was staying on track,
It feels good to do what I should.
On track, staying on track.
Now, what were we talking about?
About the Creator
Whitney Carman
"...even if what I have written does not make sense to anyone--at least--it has helped me a little...And anything that can be whittled down to fit words--is not all madness."
-Lara Jefferson These are My Sisters
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