things

Sometimes my mind won’t let me choose what to write
The words just kind of spill out
And I fumble to pick them up
The important ones really, the big ones
But often I pick up the little things,
I find myself attached to these little things I say
The little things you do
And sometimes the little things have more power
Than the big ones
And here we are
With big things and little things and nowhere to put them

I don't usually know what to write about. Recently I've found many good things to write about, but in this particular situation I was stuck. So what do I do? Write about how I can't think of anything to write. Simplest piece of advice I've indirectly stuffed into your brain-hole.