Thoughts. Swirling. Churning. Bubbling up in my brain and drumming, drumming, drumming on my heart.
Sometimes they chug by as slowly as a Victorian paddle boat, graceful and stately. Sometimes they roar through like a pontoon boat late for its nightly check in. And sometimes they dart by as quickly as a dragonfly, and I cannot catch them long enough to know what I thought.
Beautiful thoughts. Average thoughts. Thoughts as dark as the catfish that swim on the bottom of the river. Thoughts thoughts thoughts thoughts.
Naomi Jackson began writing novels at the age of eleven, but only recently began her career as a freelance author and passionate storyteller. When she is not reading or writing, you can find Naomi tending to her houseplants, taking a long walk, or volunteering at her home church. She lives with her family in southern Florida.