What Are You Talking About????
It is 4:30 am. The wood stove has gone cold but I think the room temp is still close to 50. I want to write.
Outside the water drips thick off the back end of the drain spout
The water drips misty in the air beyond the little trough below the eave
It is green and dark brown and dark brown and green
Out there
I can hear the water lightly on the roof right now
I don't know how to write.
The sound picks up some but it is still far away, the rain is only light.
Outside the water drips thick off the back end of the drain spout
The water drips misty in the air beyond the little trough below the eave
It is green and dark brown and dark brown and green
Out there
I can hear the water lightly on the roof right now
I don't know how to write.
The sound picks up some but it is still far away, the rain is only light.
posted by Sean at 4:26 AM
3 Comments:
Good God man. Don't write for the sake of getting better at writing. Write for you. Write for your well being. Give yourself permission to write if it brings you peace. It not selfish. It's selfless.
beauty & perfection
i miss reading these. why did you stop ? joanne (dewald)
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