I get this urge, this tingle, this restless feeling
As I sit in my chair. It’s like a cup running over.
All these words I read and respond to everyday–
I look for meaning, for clarity, for surprises, for ideas.
I find lots of all that from all the writers.
And then I start to pout: My turn!
I wanna. I wanna. I wanna write too.
I wanna see my ideas on the page
I wanna churn the insides and see what comes out
I wanna goof around and write poorly
To see…to see…
To see what I have to say?
To see if I can do it?
To see if I’m any good?
To see if I can impress myself?
To mean something, with words?
To be alive, to not drift.
I can’t help myself.
I do love it so.
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