First Words (NaPoWriMo 2016)
- I.J Steinberg
- Apr 28, 2016
- 1 min read
After an hour and a half, the first words are scribbled, painted, inked, and typed.
His fingers ghosted over the blank page mocking him.
He opened to the page still hanging there like a dead man notched from a tree.
He didn’t think he could tell his story.
He knew he had to tell his story.
He did not know what story to tell at all.
He hurt himself or thought of hurting himself in the haze of his own hesitation.
He had no freedom at all.
He had too much freedom.
After a full day of selfish inner peace, he wanted to write, something.
© 2016 Jared “I.J” Steinberg. All Rights Reserved.
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