I have a story to tell...

but it evades the front of my brain. I feel the need to write, but can't for the life of me figure out what the topic is. It's like having something on the tip of your tongue. You know your brain is searching and can almost make the leap. There is something there, waiting to escape onto the page. I get shadowy glimpses as it passes through the mindscape, but when I try to focus on it...it recedes into the darkness. I guess it will take form and let me know when it's ready. Maybe it needs more time to mature. There will be no line before it's time.