I ramble a lot.

It’s easy for me to do,
there are a lot of words
floating, flying around upstairs.

My life is full of words, good and bad.
I like to talk, but I really like to listen.

I care a lot about people, even as strangers.
In fact, I often find myself rambling with those
that I barely even know; but it’s nothing unusual.

But at the end of the day, there’s always an apple.
I ramble when there’s something I don’t want to say.

I know what you’re thinking, but don’t. This post is not about you.