On purpose for no reason

On purpose for no reason I avoid writing.  It scares me – I don’t have anything to say – It isn’t the write time -I need to read first -The can of tuna is calling.

On purpose for no reason I save ideas, have folders of drafts and first writes and then earn money by doing something involving the scientific method or perhaps just lots of blood.

On purpose for no reason I take a step closer to myself then shuffle back slightly; the shuffle of one who is afraid of a mouse.

On purpose for no reason I bark to go out but when the door is open I only look out for a moment then return to the couch where I curl up in a ball, hiding my nose under my tail.

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