Saturday, February 27, 2010

Secret City

I have a great friend whose wise words come to me often: "All you can do is put it out there and see what happens." I love that. It's simple, honest and fearless. It's clean, pure fuel and it makes me want to burn. I feel faster than thought tonight. Seattle's good that way. It's 6:06 in the morning and I can't see the sun. I don't want to. I like to write at night and I hate when it ends too soon. Writing puts winter to use. My thoughts run free like phantom wolves through dark and rainy streets. The city sleeps, none the wiser.