For a Line

Maybe it was the first time you tried to say something and stopped halfway, the words catching somewhere between your throat and your breath.

Or perhaps it was a quiet evening, when everything had settled, but the fervour in you had not. A thought kept returning, not loud enough to disturb you, but not willing to leave either. It stayed, turning over itself, tugging at you to be uttered.

If there is something like that with you, we can trace it as it is without forcing it forward, until it finds its way into words. It could become a line, a letter, or something held in your name.

Let’s pen it! (Commissions Open):
thecommongood10@gmail.com

If you choose to leave something for it, let it be what it felt like to you.

It’s your piece now.