Sometimes I need only write a sentence to sate my need for creativity.
Sometimes a sentence leads to more
And sometimes I peeter out after just eight words, not committed to exploring where my mind can take me if I only allow it.
Too stuck in reality to allow myself a fantasy,
too scared of being left behind in life to appreciate that within my mind I am already where I need to be.
I needed only write a sentence to begin this harangue and I did this by accident.
I thought only of the one sentence.
Thirteen words were all I planned and yet here I go, continuing, speaking about almost nothing at all.
Yet I have a yearning to put these exact words in front of me, typed, on a white screen, little black dots.
These are the words I needed to say, even if I have said very little.
I allowed my mind these words, I allowed myself to step out of reality for just a moment to place words on a page.