they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

dream.

i've been toying with the idea of writing a book. for the last 10 years.

i used to want to write a memoir. but i think, maybe, i should save that for when i'm closer to 50 and have lived more life.

a book of poems would be nice.

or creative nonfiction.

essays.

thoughts.

headlines.

ideas.

all i know is, the longer i put it off, the larger this void feels.

i. need. to. be. writing. it.

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