I carry on frequent conversations with the most honest of audiences- my blog and other writings.
These entities are firm, uncompromising, but never harsh.
Between the solid scaffolding of the word-lines that I create lies a soft underbelly of love.
As I stare at the page, the words-lines seem to breathe with life. My self so entangled in these lines that we adapt to one another’s respiratory rate. The words and breath become one, as is true of all writing and reading.
And in the matching motions, of breath, of life, the word-lines separate and reveal all that is me, as I read between the lines.