Oh, and you can e-mail me here

I suppose the pathways from neurons to their destinations
grow tangled like weeds in a magical garden,
and I have spent so much time climbing the beanstalk
my thoughts have become the giants that chase me back down,
warning me to keep my shiny thoughts silent.

So, I do.
I stuff my mouth with books instead. Yum!
(I may have something to say. I may have thoughts that need to escape.)