reading my writes.

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.

reading my writes.