This sort of walking on sticks and leaves. Stumbling and it’s not dark but it’s blurry. And you don’t stop running your fingers over things. And you don’t backspace – and you don’t erase. crunch crackles. It’s familiar and foreign the terrain is a splendid word. And it looks like you are trapped in the frame of a photograph and it looks like your on the verge of becoming a movie. Star in the distance.
Tags: free write, rambling, writing
