too many words

i love to write.

i hate to write.

too many words, experiences, feelings flow through my mind.
conspiring to erase an order or sense of logic that i try to coerce them into.
(and yes, i just ended a sentence with a preposition and that will bother me, but i don't want to craft it differently for fear of losing the rest of this thought.)

i am blessed beyond measure. i have had some amazing experiences and results lately.
in working to connect more, i feared losing an edge.
paradoxically,

 -- or perhaps not! --

i have made more of the connection i seek
and
my
edge
has
gotten
sharper.