paperback writer
walk along darkened corridors

Zoe wrote an entry on writing, and I've been ruminating. About that and many things all jumbled and confused like my mind is.

I blame the English major for the demise of my desire to write and be a writer. Maybe I'm right. I don't know.

Either way I've been avoiding it; hiding behind crude visual arts and spoken word.
But I think I miss it.

And that's an important step.


The current mood of bratnatch at www.imood.com
FIN. 1:27 a.m., Monday, Feb. 05, 2007

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