some days i think about writing new stories, and i get excited.
some days i think about writing a story, or finishing an old one, and it horrifies me.
and some days i cheat death. like last week. or a few weeks ago.
some days i wish i knew what he’s thinking.
some days i wish we weren’t thinking.
and yesterday i decided to be a redhead. because maybe then, this greenness that has surrounded me will be more manageable.
but today i’m fine. i have my coffee and my fingernails each a different colour, dancing on the keyboard...
just thought i should let you know.
1 comment:
Not nonsense.
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