A Prose With No Direction

inspiration's urge

I cross the bridge when I get there.

That's what I've always done.

I never plan.

I never organize. 

I never outline. 

However, I always worry.

Worry whether or not that bridge is stable.

Worry whether or not I'll survive the fall.

Worry whether or not I'll drown in the stream below it.

But no matter how much I worry, I still don't plan.

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I want to write a story.

A story about a caterpillar going through a process called metamorphosis. 

I want it to be genuine.

I want it to be relatable.

I want it to be emotional. 

I want it to be me.

I want it to represent who I am.

Like I said, I will cross the bridge when I get there. 

I will not plan.

I will not outline this story.

I will just write.

And see where my mind and hand will take me.