I feel things, bright and dark, fast and slow, slight and monumental. Things that are momentary, things that are endless, things that my mind creates and things that my senses observe. Things that need to be felt into words in order for me to keep them, to remember them, to accept them, or to forget them. To puzzle them out into something real, because words are the only intangible thing that I can hold.
I write things, short and long, sweet and scathing, full to bursting with words unsaid and empty as a glass filled with air. I write what I feel, I write what I want. I write real things about real people, real thoughts and real words. Stay a while and see how it goes 🙂