I am walking around in a daze both wired and exhausted and my head is full of words, rich bits of remembered conversations and writing I've done and writing I've listened to. I am full of delight and the kind of tired that comes with risk. I'm stuffed full of so many triggers I can't swallow around them.
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I walked in the dry grass escaping the buildings and memories and trigger after trigger and looked at the stars that are bright and seem close enough to put in my pocket.
The night is so dark here I am stepping slowly because I forgot my flashlight. I hear animals I can't see all around me and I am only curious. Fear lives in other places, man made and stagnant.
Tonight I am moving on the trail with the sign that tells you how to talk loudly to a mountain lion and to never tempt them with small dogs. I am looking for wild things. I am leaving humans behind.
Tonight I am old and dry skinned, old and other timed. Dry and tired of two legs; I dream four. I move low and quick in this tall dry grass under ancient oaks and taste secrets that are not sour. They are just old and dry and edible. I am small and smaller. I am ready to sleep tucked against a rock.
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She was dreaming of
or
Playing dead hardly ever works
or
He was sleep walking again
Write for ten minutes or more if you can.
If these words don't work mix them up or write where the words want to go.
I hope the coming day is good to you and your words.
~ ~ ~
I walked in the dry grass escaping the buildings and memories and trigger after trigger and looked at the stars that are bright and seem close enough to put in my pocket.
The night is so dark here I am stepping slowly because I forgot my flashlight. I hear animals I can't see all around me and I am only curious. Fear lives in other places, man made and stagnant.
Tonight I am moving on the trail with the sign that tells you how to talk loudly to a mountain lion and to never tempt them with small dogs. I am looking for wild things. I am leaving humans behind.
Tonight I am old and dry skinned, old and other timed. Dry and tired of two legs; I dream four. I move low and quick in this tall dry grass under ancient oaks and taste secrets that are not sour. They are just old and dry and edible. I am small and smaller. I am ready to sleep tucked against a rock.
~ ~
She was dreaming of
or
Playing dead hardly ever works
or
He was sleep walking again
Write for ten minutes or more if you can.
If these words don't work mix them up or write where the words want to go.
I hope the coming day is good to you and your words.
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