Talk. Talk. Speak like you are running and there is no end and you have to keep running because someone is chasing you and if you stop you will no longer be. Talk. Speak like the way you write and you write well and you know how to put words together.
Talk. Baby you are young enough to break this silence and get out of your indispensable skin. Baby you are old enough to give up this fear and just run like you’ve never ran before. Talk baby talk.
Stop with the trying and the counting and pretending there are no stars in this black configuration. Stop with the pretense. Be real and run away from this inhibited, fearful, sad skin. Cut through, like a razor that cuts your wrist and bleeds, filling a tub. Cut through and start talking and speaking and then run fast from yourself.
Tomorrow I want you to talk. Tomorrow I want you to be running real fast and not stopping to catch a breath because then you’ll think of writing again.
Speak baby. Speak
And then run.