Last week I ran into an old friend whom I used to do spoken word with and hadn’t seen in years, and he asked me if I still wrote poetry. When I said no, he held my shoulders and looked me in the eyes and said, “stop putting your life on hold and write—keep writing, write again.”
I’ve been thinking about that interaction for about four days now and asking myself: why did I stop? What would it take for me to start again? If I can’t stop thinking about this, then what’s next, now?
Just in case you were wondering where my mind has been for the past few days, it has been there. Will likely stay there for a while.
Also, if you’re looking to read an incredible poem that may change your life (pretty sure it changed mine), check out the one by Tommy Pico that I posted on the blog last week.