Mental Mute

I have so much and so little to say.

When I envision myself opening up my mind and my mouth to talk about what is pushing the insides of my brain to their capacity, I see an almost Shel Silverstein-esque image.
Wonky words and letters heaped up on their sides and upside-down in a
cumbersome, bulky regurgiated mess.
How is that for a visual?

I cannot think of an interesting story to share.
I cannot think of a topic to bite into.

But yet my mind is just so full.
I want to share.
I want to lay down thoughts and ideas and hear all of your voices respond in the comments.

Tomorrow is another day.