July 2009

July 09

why..

Why do I write ..

I write because I can’t think straight.

I wake up thinking about writing and I fall asleep with ideas.

I drive my jeep, do my laundry and yes,

even have sex while thoughts are in the back of my brain. I been known to

stop at a long red light and scribble notes on my inner forearm

or the cover of my notebook or even a blank napkin.
Why? Why do I do this?

Why to I feel compelled to sit hereat my computer when my ass is asleep and my
shoulders ache? Because it makes me happy.

I guess its simple – sort of.

I don't think there is truely anything simple in my life

well maybe

I could simply LOVE you.

but today my head is screwed on sideways..