Freewrite #3 Slice Slash CutFreewrite 3Running, jumping, slashing, slicing, moving, grooving, coughing, hacking. Slice slash cut away the layer. Yellow ice melting in a clear glass. Running, so much running. Mind numbing, cleansing.
Freewrite #2 A WaltzFreewrite 2Sleep, night nightshade a beat with sunglass. So heavy in the night sky pink silver I don't even make sense write right now, I know. Bags, weight, weights, sunlight hitting the barre through the window, it splintered in some places. A clash, a crash, splintering, spreading, going out in all directions, different ends of the spectrum, I'm so tired. A dull ache in my lumbar spine and cold joints. Why is this happening? Two differences clashing into noise. My shoes are a little dirty, I should wash them. My backpack. Water. Yawn. Losing interest fast. How much longer? Wish I was wearing more layers, I'm a little chilly. Snow, not quite snow. It's hot outside, but cold in here. I'm getting twitchy I can't believe it. It. It. It. La dee da dum my mind is empty. There's nothing there, no beautiful and intriguing images. Just nothing 12345678123412121234123, 123, 123, 123, 3, 333333333333333433333 shoes time. I'm not making any sense. My fricking body