I recently read that it’s pivotal for writers to stay in the sentence.
"Sentences are lonely."
Dangling punctuation and ambiguity is cowardly.
It’s a cop-out.
Finish the thought, finish the thought. Be uncomfortable.
But here. Here.
Let me write outside the lines.
No longer giving such life to the past; to the people and experiences that no longer need excruciating detail. Meticulous analysis.
Some adore the rain. The romanticism intertwined with every droplet that hits the pavement.
Showers wash off the dirt from my skin. The sweat.
Standing in water, I wait to be clean.
Just for now, just right here, I want my writing to be like water.
I want to be like water.