SUPERPOWER

“You asked me how I was doing today and I couldn’t answer. My tongue was pasted to the roof of my mouth hoping to prevent drool from slipping down the sides of my lips. I was hanging on for dear life. Pussy wet. Heart thumping. Remembering a night of passion spent in your arms, between your legs, in and out of your mouth, your breath, my breath, u inside me, me under u, over u, beside u. Touched, tasted and fucked like lovers, enemies, strangers with nothing to lose. But here u are now, in 3-D. And alas again, that amazing night was just a vision in my head.”

One of the drawbacks/benefits of being a creative is the way a simple interaction, a glance, a touch can spark an entire story or a scene of a story. For me, when it happens, I have to stop and push it out. I have to get it out of me and onto “paper.” I have to see the words. Then I feel them. They either become a part of book or a journal entry that stays hidden for a time or forever. I used to be so bothered by the sheer amount of thoughts and ideas that came to my mind all the time. As I have gotten older, I’m so grateful. I can write my way out of pain. I can write my way out of sadness, depression, any emotion. I wrote the scene above after a difficult conversation with someone who matters. You may see it again in one of my books or it may live like this forever. Writing is truly my gift from God. It’s my superpower. What’s yours?

                                         Joyce