Since you probably cannot read the scribbles:
Salty dragon waves. Crashing against the shore. Breathing foam and steam. Roaring with the wind. We watched the kite ripple in the sky. Tugging against the thin string that anchored it to my hand. Tugging futilely. We wore matching hats. That day before our lives crashed together. Before the universe put us to the test. On that perfectly windy day. Our mouths sticky sweet. Our skin smelled of earth and salt. The kite's sails flickered with chaotic rhythm. We had to shout to hear each others words over the waves.
I think I will try this left-handed writing more often.
Shifting from mostly Art classes to all English classes has been a struggle. As much as I love writing, I am definitely out of practice. I either over think simple assignments or just stare blankly at the computer waiting for ideas. It is a little frustrating.
So if you are wondering if I am writing this post in procrastination of homework, the answer is yes, yes I am. Don't worry, I still have a whole day.
This is the first time I've been in a Creative Writing class of any kind in three years. I haven't written much poetry since high school (which was so full of angst it was painful to read). Let's hope that my peers are kind during the critiques. Maybe it will force me to grow a thicker skin when it comes to sharing my writing.
Luckily, whenever I have a especially difficult day, it only takes little things to lift my mood. For instance, the zombie themed magnet poem that Dominic had made waiting for me when I got home from work.
Or listening to this song:
See? Little things are always the best.
