"What must I write then?" I ask.
" I don't know. Just write."
" Write what? I do not know where to begin. A story has a beginning and an end,
that's all I know. But to tell it; to write it, where do I start? Does it
really start at the beginning? Some stories start at the end. Does it start
wherever I start telling it then?"
" Do I start at the first scene? What is the first scene? The
first scene can be the end too, right?"
"Most of the time, I only have these thoughts streaming in my
head. These reflections just come to me
like frenzied feeding Koi in a pond. And more often than not, moments
with you are the crumbs that feed them."
"Just write," he says again.
" You MUST write."
" What MUST I write about? Words I
express, I always mean. They are meant to reach someone, move someone, change
someone. Just one. Often you."
"If I MUST write, I
should write about whatever I write to you; whatever we talk about. I should write the way I speak to you; pleading,
angry, enthusiastic or sarcastic, as I
please; to reach you, move you, change you.."
"If I must write, you must realize I
can only write to you. I can only write for you; intimate, impassioned. I am
ready, when you are. I write as I am."
" Are you ready then to read me? Are
you sure you want people to read me? Are you sure you want people to read about
you? "
