collectors vortex We are collectors Not of butterflies or beads But collectors of experiences. Created at home or far afield Meticulously planned or quite spontaneous We lap up each new life moment Irresistably, with virgin satisfaction. Our collection sits in portable grey spaces On quiet days, we explore these and giggle, Groaning and tingling in unison, closer than thieves. Over time, we have become expert collectors Though our hobby remains secret. Friends just laugh or worry saying; 'How do you both get into these situations?' 000821 ... sleepless Sometimes common sense tells me That I should stop collecting Hoarding the experiences Never learning or completing. Like a dog chasing its tail "That's me", I muse to myself. I try to berate myself. Force myself into action. Tell myself to DO and not to feel. "You feel too much", some say, "You think too much", say others. But I am just collecting Another life experience On the road to who-knows-where? One day I may stop myself But that's when I'll wake up To real life, real things Tapping at my window pane. The collector in me is The best that I can do. When I stop collecting What will I talk Learn Achieve Laugh Cry Experience In a conversation With all the rest of you? 000821 ... birdmad does collecting dust count? 010930 what's it to you? who go blather from