Where are my thoughts? Where are my thoughts of writing that book the world has been missing. The inspired one. They were here. My thoughts were-
Where are my notes on changing the world? I can't seem to put my hand on anything solid.
It's all gas.
That movie script?
That play? - the one that was going to make me the next Lorraine Hansberry.
That revolutionary idea escapes me.
All I can do now is scratch and try to remember.
Read a book - that I could have written and enjoy the word of a writer in his rhythm.
Dangit! Where are my scribbles? The ones that used to pull me out of the bed one limb at a time.
I sleep now.
Instead of waking up,
I sleep.
I sleep.
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