Sometimes, I write words with an ink pen to see the contrast of the black against the white. To know that the page will never be white again, that the words there that were banging around in my brain have magically jumped from me to the outside world.
Sometimes the words rhyme and sometimes they don’t. Sometimes, the words make you laugh and sometimes they make you cry. Sometimes, the words are in my diary so that when I’m old, I can see the yellowed once-white pages covered with faded black memories.
Sometimes, the words are just a grocery list.
My goodness.. this is so good Nicole!! I really love this.. :)
ReplyDeleteFantastic!
ReplyDeleteNow that's writing.