flipping the switch

I have difficulty finding the off button sometimes. Whether it's my mouth or my head or both...once I am fueled by an idea, I struggle to let it go. 

I wish I had a place for these things. I would pile them up like stones until they formed a wall that was so high I could no longer see out and you could no longer see in. I would save them like the spare change that I toss into a jar, waiting to be cashed in and spent on the vacation I will never take. 

On a good day, I bite my tongue. On a good day I am able to sleep at night. Lately, there have been more good days than bad days. 

I’m staring at this pile of rocks...I’m staring at this jar full of coins...thinking...there's got to be some other way.