There has been a lot of years behind me, I want more! I have recreated myself as a woman over and over. As I am once again recreating myself, I come to the computer at night. Usually too tired for a writing life; with too many assessments. I can't say I want to exercise my ability to write at this time of night, however, it is what is possible! I'm not sure what I can even say. I just sputter out whatever, I want onto paper or the computer. I am often brief with my words at this time. Taking writing from my thumb drive records. Unless otherwise pointed out, I am fond of writing poems instead of prose’s. Stimulated as my words can be; my form finds a poetic blaze. I love those opportunities. However, poetic words only have to have a form for myself; within half truths. A purely selfish act when I think about poetics. Then send them into the universe for whoever reads them.
Someone gave me this observation; "Respect your Language” Do I have to pay attention enough? I would say I know I do somewhere, even in this short span of time.” Oh I don't want to always be conscious and assess every word. I love my creative language and this act of self love continues here. This is purely for me! Or is it?
