Word Preference

Words,

There’s not enough in English

But then again there’s so many it overwhelms me to think of a search

Everyday language is what I go for

Sometimes I wonder if this really is how I speak normally

Other times the flow hits me and my voice pours out from every angle without question

Those are magical times

But when it come to words

I prefer the ones that I use on the regular

There’s always enough of those

Still Written

There are many times I give away my time to write. I give it and give it and give till I’m writing 10 words and starving for solitude. I know I should hang on tighter to my time to write. I should be more demanding but it’s such a slippery thing. It shifts and molds in countless ways. I grip, then I give my last five minutes and I’m left grasping at nothing. I slip away because writing isn’t something that can come or go. I, the writer am coming and going. Writing does not cry without me, I cry without it. I ache and spiral and shift when I’ve strayed too far, but it is always as I left it, blank, unfinished, or completed. But when I return I won’t be exactly the same as I was when I left.

-Saschia On Writing