see colour!

For the first time in a long time I completed two writing sessions in one day.

After work, I went to the mall to pick up bubble tea, got home, and scribbled away. I feel quite completely at myself. I just have to say that I'm at myself and I'm totally here. My soul colours in this blank that is my body. On good days, when I'm so completely at myself, the colours run beyond the line, which is completely okay.

While working on "Sadness and Other Circles", I produced this stringy paragraph, one of several paragraphs I created today:

It feels like this. You take the next step before the next step appears and you land solidly and you take the next step and you land solidly again. I was singing like myself. I sing best when I stand an inch above the ground. Even better when I turn away from the screen (for I have remembered the lyrics) and I just focus on the door and sometimes the waitress is there early, watching me, waiting for me to finish, and I imagined she was happy for me. It also feels like this: I can sing any song and I can sound good like the real me. Pick a song with a great rise and dip. Pick something melancholic. Pick something that puts a sunroof in your heart. Pick something fast. And I thought I would never recover from the hurt in my throat!