it begins with
the quill
the pen
the pencil
the hammering keys
the plastic board
the tapping screen

no

it begins with
a whimsy
a sharp pain
a barely held sob
a ray of sun
a biting wind
anxiety
depression
love
hate
awe
splendor

all i know is it begins

then

it grabs ahold of me like
a lover
a suicide
a knife
an inferno
a fight
an accident

spilling like a torrent

then it settles for a moment

the world pauses

and it begins again with…