What Happens When You Notice Everything, by Holly P.

Stare at the table,
Listening to the scribbling
The clicks of misguided fingers
Writing
The sound of shattering
I watch the clear glass,
Liquid splashing over the sides as
It tilts,
Crashing to the ground
In a violent beautiful way
Like writing
Words spilling on to page
Thought after thought
Word after conspicuous word
Because you can not rest
Until your mind quiets
Lulling you with the dull hum of nothing
My parchment
Is ruined
Ink smeared
Running
Look out the window,
Snowing for days and days
Has finally stopped itself
But the cold
Expectant
Air
Grips
Like a blanket
Something needs to happen
A storm
Blizzard
Explosion of
Sound
A pen drops
And my thoughts are interrupted
I stare surprised
And watch as the pen rolls away from me
What are we doing?
We should be writing,
But writing revolves around thinking
And that I can not do.

Holly P. is a hair standing on edge; tripping over people tripping over shoe laces and face planting teenager who’s out of place and wears jeans covered in paint too often. She’ll always be a writer because she can never seem to pull the right words out of her brain at the right time. With out writing down her thoughts she’d probubly loose her mind.