Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Blank Pages

My mind is blank.
Not really, but the writhing muddle of thoughts and emotions are so tangled that I can't form a single word. 
Images flicker behind my eyes like a vintage VCR on fast forward. Characters, scenes, lists, real life to-dos, plots thickening.

I need a moment. 

Silence.

A breath.

I reach in, eyes closed and pull a thread from within. The words flow through my fingers and onto the page. 

One

Word

At

A

Time.