Poised, paused, on the brink. I've been writing again. In the spaces in between, in the quiet moments alone. And on the streets of SF walking. Inspiration hits me in a meeting and I feel compelled to do a stream of consciousness on paper.
Latest idea this morning: I wear my scars on the outside, you on the inside. Came to me looking at the tattoo on my finger, thinking of the brand on my back. Although I have my fair share of scars on the inside too. Hmmmm... see some of these ideas aren't enough to carry a song, but could do for a piece of one.
Why am I so tired today? I feel as if I have been waiting. I have been waiting for him to come back. Tomorrow :) I only have to wait 29 hours. Then the wait is over and I will be in his arms.
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I hurt myself moving out after the divorce 5 years ago. A bruised gash that got infected on my inner arm. I liked it, how some of the pain on the inside was showing on the outside. It's now just a pale silvery sickle but I am still glad it's there.
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