what are you afraid of? [excerpts from a book i’ll never write – fifteen]

what are you afraid of? they asked.

i answered, that i’d fall for a man who makes me feel whole again, tames my wild, and i crumble in on the words that get left unwritten.

because my muse is my chaos; i need it to breathe.

they say if you are feeling blocked, you should free-write for thirty minutes a day.  i know if i did that i’d fill up notebook after notebook with you.  your words, your eyes, the way you’d kiss the top of my head when you hugged me tight, and i can’t.  i can’t write that – it’s like sleeping with the ghost of you.

will i lose my voice, because i can’t stop hearing yours?

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