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).