Room
I know a lot of really smart people.
That creative spark, smouldering under the embers. I imagine a tiny flame, gasping. Are you still there?
Wrists sore from typing, face from smiling. I want to be a better listener. "Shutting the fuck up - great concept, but not my thing." Hours and hours, content machine from your bedroom. Talk talk talk talk. All day long, never really alone. Songs are thoughts you can pour into the river, to be carried a great distance. I need to learn to listen, instead of hucking garbage at the ocean.
I spent a few years getting into those MBTI tests, awhile back. It's fun, talking about people, finding words to describe all the crazy ways we talk and act. I scored ENFP, which means Extroverted NMessy Feelsy PSlobwhoislate. Its real scientific. I cherish introverts, awed by their ability to shut the fuck up. How do you do it, introverts?
All the writers I can think of are introverts. The doers, and makers. Not usually loud, or memorable, (sometimes extremely memorable though) or demanding. Stillness -
listen closely, an ocean kiss of sparkling light.