Pen to paper

Sometimes my thoughts become more clear written down on the stark white background. They form straight lines that lead to the picture I see in my head. The picture that I can’t quite form if they were to leave my lips instead. I can pause and rewrite, but you can never unsay the things you’ve said.

Im writing again. This time, with intent. My story has changed a million times, and it may change a million more. But it’s time I put it to paper. At least one version of it.

Maybe I can could finish blocking out the scene tomorrow at work if it’s as pleasant as it was on Saturday. One patient on the floor was a nice change of pace.

Now off to sleep to the sound of the wind and rain, and pray that it stays warm long enough to avoid the evil black ice in the morning