Spontaneity

When I was in kindergarten. I learned to write. Between snack time and recess. We had sharp pencils. We weren’t trusted with pens and their ink. We learned about letters. We learned about penmanship. We learned about perfection. Now I’m 19. I’ve just discovered the magic of paper with no lines. Of a collection of pens and markers. Maybe my spelling isn’t perfect… Maybe I’m not in college… These days I just take my car and my pen. I write on napkins and hotel notepads. I finally learned how to write. How to write and write and write.