Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Words

Sometimes writing feels like talking. I get sick of doing it and stop. You get used to not talking and not listening. Then, when it's time to do it again, you don't want to. That feeling of not wanting to infects your writing too.

I remember you saying something like, "I thought you said you didn't talk much."  That was early on, when I started to regain consciousness.  When I was coming back to life.

I can't feel that tonight. I only feel those words you said.

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