feel like writing today. feel like taking the day off and lying in the sun and stringing words together till they say exactly what i mean them to. feel like telling all the stories that run around half-clothed in my head like street urchins.
while it’s lovely to be a writer, it can be terrifying to actually write. which is why, like so many other days, i didn’t.
besides, it rained.
Small Talk says: 
please don’t be terrified… please write.
