There Are Days We Just Have to Write
The Desire Is So Strong
I don't even have a foot on the floor
I can't wait to get to the laptop and write
My mind was stirring
My body couldn't take it anymore
Thoughts start coming
As fast as popcorn popping
I can close my eyes
I can let out a big sigh
My hands want to move as fast as they can
Across the keyboard to the next letter or vowel
No more thinking needed
The paper writes itself
I can stop and start
I can go constantly for a half hour at a time
Each line connects to the line before
My mind is an open door
With my both feet planted on the floor
Then again sometimes I cross my legs
It is whatever feels right
I breathe in
I drink some water
One thing is for sure
I don't want to stop
Years ago I would do this often with pen and paper
Rewrite my rough draft over and over again
Now todays writers have it easy
They can make corrections in a blink of an eye
They have spell check to correct as they go
They can even blow up the screen
So the words are larger than life
What a great feeling
When words run through our veins
Sometimes people want us to do other things
I simply say later
I am in a wonderful rhythm
I don't examine what I am thinking
I write half story half poem
All I know is it feels right
So if it is a story about the struggles of life
A few lines that rhythm
The sunlight that heats up my mind
From time to time
A good day that grew like a one hundred year Oak tree
Giving me great pleasure and beauty
Other people watch sports and get totally captivated
I sit down on a wooden kitchen chair and type away
Finding it fascinating
How thoughts just appear
I clear my mind and suddenly more thoughts are flying
One day we may better understand the connection between our thoughts and our actions
For now I love the constant interaction
My body calm and relaxed
Doing what I love best
Typing until my fingertips turn numb
What I started here
Can go on for pages at a time
Then all of a sudden it can stop on a dime
Some pleasures in life come easy
One more writing
I am more surprised than you
If you asked me earlier
What I might write
I didn't have a clue
Always a hidden secret
Waiting for the right time to be revealed
Then one day
This too will come to an end
For now I keep going
With a kindness and a little humor
I have a lovely satisfaction
Wondering what you may be thinking?
As we spend our time
On HubPages with our fellow writers
Coming back again and again
Finding not only life but wonderful friends
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