I married a dream snatcher.
I sip my Peet's coffee and think.
I don't like all that I think.
I'm needing reflection...on the page.
Computer a-go.
Me? Present.
Inner Voice? Present.
Thoughts? Hello, thoughts?
...after what seems like forever (it's probably been a minute)I have the following to express...
I just...dislike so much that I
married a dream snatcher.
I need to get it out.
Or better yet, convert it.
Now.
I rock back and forth.
Contemplating.
In this moment
it’s got me on the ground.
Down.
Down.
Down.
My warning light is blinking.
Fuck.
Tired of being angry.
Need to seize the day.
100 miles a minute.
Uphill.
I’m that hungry.
Feed it Jennifer.
Give in to the greed of it.
Keep the chin high.
Be powerful.
Let beauty grow.
Stop thinking so much.
Relax.
Believe.
In yourself.
Think energy.
Create.
Build.
Small at first.
With just enough flame.
Heat is good.
Remember to keep your grace.
By your own definition.
And dance.
Often.
Play that funky music.
And fly.





















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