i am building up a tolerance for what i can handle.
every step is a pebble -- no, a grain of sand: seemingly insignificant.
but building blocks
form
form
stack
create.
every time i write, i layer words like bricks.
sometimes they are little three-rock piles, left along the trail to mark where i've been.
sometimes they add strata to the story i'm trying to tell (am telling).
lately, its been mostly the little piles.
but that's okay.
they're important too.
my feet are becoming callouses of capability.
my lungs are getting deeper and wider, an expanding universe.
i watch and my mind is growing too.
there are pockets i haven't even explored.
keep picking up the pen.
keep lacing up the shoes.
one foot [word] in front of the other.
not good, but persistent.
a brief writing from the single-word prompt: layering.
try it: get a pen. set a 5 minute timer. just write. see what you find.
