and so, I tried to write a short story today, because sometimes I miss writing just for writing, but every time I tried to start, the words withered on the screen and I floundered for sentences that meant more than phrases and letters strung together like kids stacked awkwardly side by side waiting to be chosen for kickball. my words were picked last and they sat in the dust wondering why they didn’t make it and even when one out rolled by and the team rounded the bases, they were still thoughts lumped together on the sidelines trying to hide tears smarting corners of eyes because it’s just dirt they said but I knew better.
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nextbestcoast said:
and you say everything i write resonates with you…the same goes for your words as well.
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