There is a time of day, dusk I believe, when all the daily thoughts flow into a puddle of emotion.
There is a place in my room where I sit to feel the flood waters rise within me.
There is a path to follow if I choose to walk beside the river rather than surrender to the swift currents.
There are words that act as boat and oar to help me navigate the deluge and save me from being swept away.
There is an escape from all of it if I desire to submit to the waves and slowly drift out to sea.