Sitting down to an empty page feels like
grasping
for the courage to jump off the cliff into the swimming hole
pushing
for the bike to move forward in high gear after a stop
and searching
for a way to express love in a new way to a person I have expressed love to five million times before
My mind is a rabid squirrel in a cage with flour, eggs, and butter.
Do you really expect a cake?
Saturday, June 16, 2012
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