Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Day 9: unwritten stories

Maybe I need to start really paying attention to these words. These unwritten stories that dance around my brain and turn into the most bizarre dreams at night. Maybe I need to relish in the fact that I have my own space to really think and write, without the interruption of a child or husband. I am hiding under a cloak of politeness, duty and responsibility in my everyday life. And somewhere underneath a girl is taunting, “What about me? When do I get to breathe life onto paper? These acute moments of awareness and the sporadic spurts of chi- they are gifts. Why are you wasting them? Tell a meaningful story. Maybe you don’t know what story yet…but it’s here. Under this heavy cloak. And, hey…when did you start wearing cloaks, anyway??!!”

This is my time. Who knows what may happen tomorrow or the next day.
We are foolish to think beyond right now, anyway.
I don't know.
I don't know so many things.
Seems more natural to ask the questions than to ever really just delve in and try to find the answers.
But, it's nice to have my hands on this keyboard again.

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