A Mind in Motion

     I had another sticky note moment last night. This time, after getting home from work and finding my apartment reeking of decay because I forgot to take the trash out before leaving for work, this little bit came tumbling out of mind.      How heart wrenching would it be to ache with need for so many things around you, to be beautiful to the eye and have such an open and pure soul but only be able to touch with the stench of death?      What kind of life would this person lead? Is it a curse cast upon them? Or the consequences of choices previously made? Can it be undone? Or are they eternally doomed to a life of solitude?

     One of the handiest tools I have ever owned have been sticky notes. They are small, convenient and always ready for me to jot something down. Sometimes it's something I wish to draw, or something dealing with whatever I'm currently writing. Other times it is a creative note, an expression of a moment that has capture my mind that I'm afraid of forgetting. Often times though, they are storytellers, mementos of myself as I absorb the world around me.      So I have decided to share them with you because I'm assuming I'm not alone in this and who knows, perhaps we will all find a way to inspire one another across mediums. This is today's sticky note as I heard the beckoning call of the ice cream truck's siren...