the writing life, part 2

i used to worry that i would run out of words. if i didn’t use them in a story then they’d be forever lost in the tangle of my mind. i have since realized that it is the complete opposite. when i no longer hold onto my words, when i let them banter about and wander into the unknown that is when the flood-gates open wide and the ocean of my mind rushes forth to spill out onto the page. the momentum of thoughts are pushed along by my hand scribbling over the lines as fast as they can, trying to keep up with the flow of words pouring out of my mind.