Tales

In an entire day, do not leave the room. Do not put on clothes, do not paint your face. Do not make food or answer your phone. The world beyond beckons, do not listen. Stay in the three by three feet square where your street stolen desk chair can roll, wrap yourself in soundtracks on repeat, sit at the white page and watch it bleed into a whole new world, an adventure you can only guess as it unfolds before your fingertips. Write stories because they want to be told. Imbue innocence with resistance. You bought yourself time to buy yourself this magic. Turn on the light, turn off the clocks.

Revel in your riches.