this is a blank page, soon to be full
with words, or so I hope.
But my mind does not agree.
Why try, when you have failed so many
times before? It is not
logical. But my heart does not care. Write on!
it yells, forcing my fingers to
tap taptap. across the keyboard they
fly, like flightless, wingless birds,
which makes no sense. Perhaps they are not
Birds at all! perhaps that is just me,
so lonely and tired my imagination speaks
many wonderful, nonsensical things.
Almost
as if I am a writer.
Almost.
close enough, my heart says.
Almost, my mind agrees.