Sometimes words fly
By brain vomits on the page and when I go back to read it, everything falls into place.
My swirling brain forms thoughts in mice neat lines and words flow
But other times
Words stick like ice on my windshield when I’m late to school
Brushing the ice off takes my time
Then I’m even more late
I feel like I’m late more than I’m on time
And 15 minutes late has become on time for me
But the words they stick for longer than even that
Hit by my elbow as I fall sleep on the keyboard
But that letter is hit thousands of times
And I wake up with a whole novel of q’s
But I still turn that in
And still get in trouble with myself when I fail.
But my teachers said to write creatively.
I guess q is the most boring letter
Maybe my teacher got stuck on the q on the a b c gane
And can’t let it go
But maybe I got stuck on the q too, but I liked it. Watching the letter stand with all the other ones the same
Was even more beautiful than the story my brain couldn’t print on my the page.