Scatterbrainy

Philosophy(a) about literature, language and discarded moments from the junkyard of my mind

a long time coming

I'm trying to think of a metaphor.

Something to describe this feeling of being in between.

The feeling that every day is slowly, building up the setting,

leading up to something wonderful, to some sort of perfection.

I know, it sounds like pink fluff, but it is a very tangible sensation.

I am doing a puzzle and I know I am coming closer and closer to finishing it.

With each new piece I put in its place, I can feel it coming.

It's not destiny, it is just what I have been trying to find.

I can't say I know what it is, but I feel like I am searching for a name I once heard.

It is right there, in an old letter buried in a dusty drawer, but I know it is there.

I wish it would not take so long to remember.

But remembering something you never knew takes a lot of time.

Inexorably, I will get there.

I am so close.



and if I told you these are just 'a few of my favourite things'
would that scare you or please you?
OH, what do you know?