I honestly don’t know why I disappeared again. Lack of motivation, anxiety, low self-esteem, imposter syndrome? But I’m still here and I’m still writing. I will bring this poor blog back. I want to figure out how to make writing work for me in my life, and I will. I promise. For now, here is a piece a boy in the story I’m working on wrote for the girl that he likes:
I know of a girl who can fly. I know she doesn’t look at herself that way, she doesn’t consider what she does to be beautiful. But I watch her walk and I see grace that you usually don’t see in a human. That kind of grace is usually found in swans or house cats — creatures that can glide. She’s just a normal human girl, but she’s the most exquisite human girl I know. She is, in fact, the most ‘human’ being I know. This girl is uncompromisingly kind. She is still figuring out what piece she is in the great puzzle of life. She looks at the puzzle with love even though it scares her. Her life hasn’t been easy but it hasn’t made her hard. She’s strong but still gentle. I know without a doubt that she doesn’t need me and I don’t know yet if she wants me. But I like her. I want to be with her. I’ve imagined what it might be like not to be the only one feeling this love — what it would be like for her to feel it, too. I hope she understands. I hope she feels it, too.
– Kenny Guyton, Where Your Story Ends