Q: what inspired you to write that? I'm just wondering.
Well, dear anon, what inspired me was my reconnection with yesterday’s bare trees, and the wet pavement, and the sunlight. All of the moment; every part of the moment.
I forgot how much I missed writing directly from the heart. There is something bewitching about unhinging unfiltered thoughts- they’re rare and raw and just wrong enough to be right. They are not meant to amalgamate well, they are not supposed to make sense.
Asked by Anonymous
Sometimes, I like to lie awake at night in the gentle months of the year listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on my roof, and against my window. Sometimes, the sky is so ridiculously clear that I can see the far blue edge of forever behind distant suns. Sometimes, I see little shooting stars out of the corner of my eyes like falling glitter. Sometimes, I think if we lived to be 200-300 years old, the clouds would spin a lot faster against the long translucent beams of sunlight. Sometimes.