drmstream[writing]

Hey…you, writ­ing away, the mind is unfet­tered, run­ning off, skew­ing this and that and here it comes, some­thing in your fin­gers, some­thing kinetic, some­thing phys­i­cal it’s right there, Hey, just keep writ­ing and get into it, let it loosen and tell the story.  That will be what life has got for you.

Con­trolled, craft, real, that’s right in the moment, be in it, give to it, find it where it goes with you, the cob­ble­stones, the sore hand, the flat heel, the ache in the small of the back, the weight, the sil­ver flash of the smile, the hair on the fore­arms, the way that the street has got its sweat from the night, the pop­corn that is set­tled in the curb, the angry vis­cous lash­ing out when you take some­thing that you don’t deserve, steal that, make away with it, give me that I need it and want it and can’t get it any other way, that’s what it is going to be when you let the joy push through and open up the path­ways to your heart, trust the light tread of the words, make the sim­ple con­nec­tions and take the story to where it goes.  You will go with it.

Because joy is what makes the sad­ness weaken, make your hope encroach on the sore places in your heart.