I like to watch people writing.
people, not everyone. The ones that are creating.
It’s invisible; you see the air between their eyes and the paper. The pencil that stains a bit, graphite
smeared over words. I like to watch
them put word and word together until there are no words anymore, just
long chains of thoughts, of questions, answers, knots being tied
I like to see their potential
I like to watch their hand
s break the still white of the paper. I like their motion when they are curving the character of their letters. I like to see them frown, as though it were a bad thing, as though they were their own trouble
I like to see them tame their tones, their voice
s. I like to see dialogue and quotes. I like to see pain and pleasure embitter the outcomes.
I like to see people thinking. I like to watch them turn the paper and use physical
motion as a blank space, a pause, in their minds.
I like to see them reverse
their own notions.
I like to see them giving birth to possibility.
I like to feel that possibility