Fifteen Minutes of Flame

15:00

A blank canvas, a blank mind.

Tick tick tick.

14:25

Still ticking.

14:00

Nope, nothing here, time to go.

13:45

Whoa! A spark, an incendiary idea.

13:03

Spontaneous combustion, words in motion.

An ocean of thoughts.

12:27

Limited only by time and my clumsy fingers, slower than thought.

Oops, hit the back button, thanks for the save.

11:00

Fifteen minutes of fame. Fifteen minutes to flame.

Burn bright, think deep, reach out and touch.

10:17

This spark, so tiny, I need to feed it so it can grow.

Twigs of inspiration, pine needles smoking, obscuring.

8:48

Where did the time go? Where did my brain go?

Ok, one moment, there's rice in the chicken section on my kid's plate.

7:12

Disaster averted. Back to the fire.

Words burn through the fog.

6:03

My mom once said I burned the candle at both ends

and in the middle.

5:06

This is how it always is for my brain.

Procrastination and then sudden generation.

4:11

I often worry, what if the words stop coming.

What if my fingers ever catch up to my thoughts.

3:43

Will the stories cease? Doused by indecision.

Will the flames show my vision?

3:02

But this is the only way my brain has ever worked.

I wish instead I could march steadily.

2:24

Walk to the exit instead of run

Or stop drop and smell the roses.

2:00

But no, genesis only comes from chaos

words appear like supernovas from the subzero of space.

0:30

Is the the same for you?

Spontaneous Combustion.

0:09

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