Writing… yeah, writing. Got a lot of writing on my mind… wrote some good dialogue at lunch earlier, a couple hundred words in about twenty minutes. Flowed like water…
Blah, blah, blah!
I think somebody put a root on me (see the link, D’angelo explains it perfectly) and I don’t appreciate it!
And yes, I do speak fluent “victim”!
Life was just skipping along swimmingly this past month, easing back into the world… making the rounds, catching up with dear friends who waited patiently while I floated calm beneath the waves in the blue of my oblivion (Fiona explains it perfectly)…
And then girl came along out of nowhere.
Tomorrow’s another day, and I’ll do my best to pretend I’m in complete control… won’t freak out and blow up her phone with texts nor calls nor emails nor whatever. I don’t mind pretending if you don’t mind acting like you believe my lie so I can save face.
I am in complete control. For now.
Purged the following about an hour ago, took about twenty minutes… the voices whispered so I ran to the laptop and recorded what they said. I call it unexpected:
and this woman’s on my mind
spitting game in my head
but with her i’m tongue-tied
it amuses me
she muses me
with a smile
my minor cool collapses
i’m enraptured by her soulful disposition…
won’t last but so long
control almost gone
with me she belongs…
…until next time, y’all…
PS I was wrong, it was indigestion.