minutes

I hate just being able to give minutes to writing but it is all I have to give right now. I guess it is better than not writing at all. I like the idea of comparting a leg cramp to an earthquake, to yoga, to a life experience. I don't like all my word choices yet but it gives me pleasure to contemplate the similarities.. There is power in word choices. Wish I could make my words snap and bend like tetonic plates subducting under each other. How the release of words can make a world shake and be destroyed. Can any good come of an earthquake? Is the rebuilding piece from a disaster really that good of a thing to go through or is it always just little deaths with each roll?