I always write with a specific you in mind. I picture your eyes on me, watching my frustrated fingers punch those words. After each line I pause and seek your silent approval. Sometimes I wish you were easier to please. Then I could write with such ease…
Somehow my mind always circles back to you—you who combs through my tangled thoughts—and I dare not disobey.
For you I swim across the seas of chaos and catch all the stray words to bring them home. Whenever pen meets paper, I know I’m not alone.
You’re in my eyes when I see the rays of sun as they cut the air and the dust dances like snow. You’re there in my chest where my heart pumps ink to my veins. You’re on my lips when I speak with no sound. You’re the sweat on my forehead as I move through these stories and try to get them right.
I always write with a specific you in mind.