Everyone has left.
Peace be with them.
I am story writing.
The dryer was the only noise
[aside from the taping of my fingers on the keys].
Not even that remains.
The silence is loud.
Funny how that is,
loud silence.
I mean, I guess it could make sense
but really, I think it’s mainly to do
with the fact that we are constantly
surrounded with things. With noise.
So to have NOthing
is just too much,
of too little.
I had workouts today.
We exercised love.
We are aren’t quite there yet,
but hey, practice makes.. better!
Repetition is a key.
It's funny how starting to write makes you look at life and think, "HEY! How could I put that scene into words?"
ReplyDeleteAlso, I like the love exercise. It's hard work but good.