Ideas are no speciality 

  I have trouble thinking, trouble speaking.

  Somedays I wish to stop

  To just stop thinking

  Maybe think this

  Maybe some of that

  Maybe some friends?

  Old stories?

  Trauma dumping?

  So many ideas

  Too many of them

  I don’t like decisions

  It can be impossible to choose

  I hate choosing

  Because choices are decisions

  Maybe I can talk about my life

  How it can be fun

  How life is my roller coaster

  Mood swings, good or bad.

  Old sports, old friends?

  Maybe the plushies I like?
  Perhaps I can nerd out?

  Or possibly a job story?

  Old coworkers, new skills

  I can talk about how to cook?

  Life at a bakery? 

  Too many decisions

  I can’t choose