8 minutes, in between meetings

I know that I need to write,

something, anything

But sometimes it feels stilted

and sometimes it feels lame

but when there's a time constraint--

oh baby,

that's when the magic happens.

The words and ideas come spilling out,

exuberant

bright

beautiful

A sparkle and a firework

Bursting wide open the cracks in my brain

Flash and spectacle

but only on the surface

Because, sure, there are ideas

and there's movement

but the good stuff, the deep stuff?

That shit takes time.

(7 minutes left).