Brighton Mews
there was a time when i'd only write when i was sad. or that i said i had to be sad to write, or that it was easiest to write when i was sad. because sadness meant emotions, and emotions meant words. emotions meant words because you couldn't describe it in a word - nay, you couldn't describe it in two. you could throw a dictionary at a wall and it would not fall, you could curse it and it would not crumble. Jericho's wall - that took God, and God Himself does not spring from this sadness.
i ran into a time when i was happy, or perhaps a time when happiness ran into me; i'd left a place of sadness and lost my way back, so i never wrote again. there were people, there was popcorn, and there was peace. a calm enough for me to still my mind, sit down, and not write. but today the sun shone, then a storm brew. at night i walked brighton mews and i was singing, but before i knew it i burst into tears, and thought that i might start writing again.
i ran into a time when i was happy, or perhaps a time when happiness ran into me; i'd left a place of sadness and lost my way back, so i never wrote again. there were people, there was popcorn, and there was peace. a calm enough for me to still my mind, sit down, and not write. but today the sun shone, then a storm brew. at night i walked brighton mews and i was singing, but before i knew it i burst into tears, and thought that i might start writing again.