(commonthread)

I listen to music. It helps me relax and heals me when I am hurt.
Ties everything in together in a moment.
A language you can speak. It`s so `nice to hear it.
I had a ton of great conversation but I had a letter to send and I never produced the package.
It may just end up in a dead letter depot even though everything I wrote in it was true.
I gotta work up the nerve to send it.
I already got the idea for the story.
About memories and how they change.
About the things that we live and how we understand.
All framed up and tragic.
All new and exaggerated and dramatic.
How everything gets rewritten with age.
I put my best foot forward and my pen to a page.
Fingers on the keys, tapping away.
I`ll produce what time has to offer me.
Some sort of beautiful, pretty legacy.
A story you gave me a tale of loss and redemption; what every good story needs.
Themes, tension and richness.
I want to get lost in these characters as I write it.
Good inspiration is so hard to come by.
Your just giving it away.
All the proper characters, all the scenes, all the headspace.
Thanks for inspiring me.
I hope I can do it for you one day.
I think I`ll mail that letter anyways.
Why not just say what you want to say.
Fuck what anyone thinks.
I will mail it away.
Smiling I smoke as she pulls away.
Great evening, good conversation so glad we had the chance.
Before you went your way.
A pleasure to get to know you a little bit.

I`ll write but the old fashioned way.