The Safe Zone

I’m back in the safe zone again, the beginning. Where everything makes sense, where all the words flow like liquid silver. I like it here. I wish I could stay. But I have to go back, to the unknown frontier. That place where the universe falls off the end of a blank white page, where there are no more black and white word-markers to guide the way.

I like it here, at the start, that brittle-deep beginning, where the characters are fresh. But the fabric of their existence folds and unfolds in my hands. It can’t lay still or it will turn into a moth-eaten garment, a thing of no value.

I must continue weaving their story, splaying their passion and their peril with my words.

Right now, the whole world balances on that space between my fingertips and my keyboard.

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