when things stopped spinning so fast

i have nowhere to put new things.
i am rolling stuff around in my brain and have no place to put it in black and white that feels safe. I want to see it written so I can see if its right.
i'm surprising myself in ways i didn't think were possible.
at least not now.
and here i am tumbling stones around
trying to soften their edges
so they are shiny and round and just big enough to fit in the palm of my hand and give away to the people for whom they are meant.
thank you for the help
and the paint in my hair.
and the patience.