Friday, March 18, 2011

The need to write.


Mom says I shouldnt worry about saying that I need this or that I need that.

But who can explain the "need" to write?
There are a million stories in my fingres, waiting to be put to type.
Once you start writing, it takes you to unexpected places.
Then you must continue, you must dig.

The writers best tool is solitude.
Kids in school. Mom opens the store.
Sis upstairs with her baby.

Only now, can my fingers dance.

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