|borrowed from here|
Atrophy comes to mind
the paralyzation of self-confidence
spell paralyzation azation ization isation?
wait Warm Ups Warm-ups Warm-Ups
Blank spaces terrify me
the open sea
the empty page
that spot on the road ahead as you run towards it
where it rises and reveals a point that reflects no sunlight,
so instead it looks slick and wet,
Try not to think about 30 writing days
like 26.1 miles, clump it chunk it divide
just try to keep your lunch down
So stretch like gym class
hope the girls won't look
hope the boys don't look, either
judgements from every angle
Copy your neighbors, even though it's unsatisfying:
And am I the only one doing this?
Might that mean I'm doing it wrong?
Wonder how much work should a warm-up be?