Sunday, August 17, 2014

green means go

I am writing again.

It is pouring out, busting seams--I'm building rafts and making dams as quick as I can, but, let's be honest about the dams: I'm terrible at building them(sort of on purpose). Despite the violent-seeming nature of it, the act is one of fragility and tenderness. Fingers barely feel the keys, each sentence the thinnest layer settled stacked on bone of marrow. So, violent and gentle. The writing and the world both.

Cue the selfmade playlists and google documents. Cue hours spent in coffee shops I now have to drive to(thank you small town--how I miss my Biddle's right down the street from me). The miles are worth it.

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