And yet love will happen. Of that I’m sure.

Are we there yet ?

Here we go…   on a fantastic journey of self discovery.

He told me: " Just grab a pen and write whatever you feel. Let it flow. It’s best when you don’t premeditate your writing."

I should:   edit my writing, not my ideas !

I should:    take my own advice.

But, I think, that’s easier said than done. Don’t I always try to think of what I’m going to say next, before I commit it to paper ?

But then I think, " What is good writing anyway ? How will I know when I’m there ?"

"Are we there yet ?"

It didn’t really happen

You went down the street just an ordinary day

you saw a young girl innocent and sweet talking to her dad about everyday stuff

their freezer needed defrosting happens everyday

did you really tell her or did you just dream it how to make a little… tiny… flame thrower ???

of course you didn’t !!! you’re not that stupid, and even if you did you weren’t serious. she’d know that.

you’d never even tried to make one yourself but you’d heard it somewhere…   that you can make one from an aerosol can and a flame

and she could even reach that freezer if she just stands on a chair

***

try telling her parents try telling her you weren’t serious you didn’t even know if it would work

try living with the memory of that scared little face all covered with bandages never the same again

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