Midnight is sneaking up on me, crouching in the day’s edges, waiting to pounce.
I should be writing but instead I turn to rock, sinking my story-spin into frozen-earth. Stillness comes naturally to the hunted– maybe even more naturally than run. Wait feels safer than chase.
The gravel of me wears a wedding dress of blank page. The vow to write today, and every day, is muffled between the slabs.
The hunter hears it anyway.
The rules are this:
Paper wins when it is ghosted, unfulfilled.
Rock wins only if it learns to run.
And midnight catches up either way.
Today, tomorrow, and the next, are long-long-long days at work. I might have to get creative on what to write since this one almost didn’t happen. 🙂
rarasaur 
“The gravel of me wears a wedding dress of blank page.”
❤️
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Sneaky midnight. It catches up to us all in turn.
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It seems even sneakier during nano poblano 😂
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Aw yay!
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Yep. For sure it does.
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My first cat, and my favorite, was Midnight.
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Aw yay!
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Midnight frequently catches up to me…but since time is a made up thing, we can make our own rules? Especially during Nano Poblano! 🙂
I love how you’ve described that feeling of freezing up before posting though. The blank page is scary sometimes! ❤
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Like if I get really really still, the deadline won’t see me. 😂
Thank you! And yes, 🌶️ Season means time flexibility. It’s basically science.
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Wait feels safer than chase!!! Oh so true!
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I think line really struck me all the more: “Stillness comes naturally to the hunted– maybe even more naturally than run.” I feel like a scared little rabbit sometimes. Heart beating fast while I hold still.
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