You Gotta Break A Few Eggs
You gotta break a few eggs to make tempera.
(Chiaroscuro your way all the way to the top.)
My thoughts are everywhere — scattered in drafts and on paper, floating in the air or pinned down in physicality.
Sometimes there is only chaos, birthing creativity and entropy in equal force.
Sometimes you just gotta let them drift and float and form their own patterns.
(I’m a messy Virgo — there is no plan, there are only vibes.)
My head is a three-ring circus at the best of times — organisation only happens as a byproduct at best.
The best way to weave fabric is to have enough yarn to begin with. The best way to edit is when there’s something on the page. So here my thoughts go again…
Prompt from the creative Dr. Casey Lawrence:
Bonus Prompt — Write a ‘messy’ poem, flash fiction (<500 words), or essay.
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