For some time now,
I have been aware of you in the shadows.
I was too busy then to pay attention.
I am ready now.
Come sit with me by the water.
Tell me your story.
Don’t leave anything out;
I want to know it all.
Show me what you see.
Give me a taste of what you eat.
Play for me the sounds you hear.
Take my hand and let me touch everything.
Waft the scents my way.
Say what you said, what he said, what they said.
I want to know every word.
Give me the jargon, the slang, the poetry.
Share your feelings.
Do you love?
Do you fear?
Are you hopeful or despondent?
Where does your anger lie?
Why do you hate?
Let me experience it with you.
Give me a tour of your home.
Show me the sights in your town.
Take me for a drive in your car.
Let me peek inside your closet, your medicine cabinet, your refrigerator.
Show me your books, your bills, the tools of your trade.
I want to be you.
I must be you.
I can write your story.
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18 thoughts on “And so it begins …”
Oh, this is lovely, Linda. It opens the door so beautifully.
Why thank you, Natasha. That’s what we have to do, isn’t it? Open the door and invite our characters in.
This is excellent. It makes me want to sit down and tell you my story. May I print it and post it on my board?
Sorry I should have been more specific. The cork board above my computer.
Ha ha, of course, you may print it out and tack it to your board. I’m honored.
Thank you, Dayner, but what board do you mean?
Hey that’s a cool one – I was not expecting that ending at all. Good job.
Oh, good, it wasn’t predictable then. Thank you.