I sat in my car for ten minutes after parking in front of the house. I was listening to a story about Thembi. In a story that last only twenty minutes by radio I related to her. Not from my own experience, but by a tone in her voice as she narrated a story.
I wasn't going to write when I came in the house. But as soon as that thought entered I ran up the stairs to begin typing. It doesn't matter if what I have to say is anything super, prize winning or trivial. The idea is: Do it when you want to, say it when it when you feel it.
Done.
Said.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
