it’s late and I can’t find the words to say anymore. I think something nice in my head and watch it fly past like a ribbon being pulled by a bird. this isn’t your average blog post and I don’t intend it to be. see, i’ve been wanting to beat myself up lately. i can’tContinue reading “are you awake?”
It’s fine to not feel like writing some days. It’s fine to not write some days. These are one of those days; where I feel pushed to write; with nothing to say.
Are writers even writers anymore? Or do we try so hard to be? We write, yes we write, but why not without the claim to be? I can’t stand the title writer. Or the sense of being a certain person in particular. I write, oh yes I write, though do I have to play theContinue reading “Stream of consciousness #1”