Monday, January 15


You think I'm scared to write
That I've got nothing left inside
And I'm losing all my fire

- Esthero "Melancholy Melody"

Am I losing all my fire?

Sekou, poetry, sunbathing.
All keep creeping into the forefront of my mind, as if they are giving me a specific instruction: Get in touch. Create. Reward yourself.
Don't get caught in beginning. Just begin.
(And I reply, I'm not in a relationship. I'm tired. I'm not ready to write about the kids.) But I'd be a fool to ignore the urge to write simply because I can't locate something to write about. I should know by now that all I gotta do is hold a pen to the paper and go, because something always comes.

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