Dear Spence,

Some days you aren’t going to feel like writing.
It’s not because you are sad or mad
Or frustrated or too happy or too glad
It’s because some days you just don’t feel like writing.

But those are the days when you need to write the most
Otherwise words will follow you around
And settle into the cracks of your mind like ghosts
And if you don’t let them out, they’ll threaten their host
Which is you on the days you don’t feel like writing.

And so even if those words need to be arranged
Into crappy poetic lines of a twelve-year-old boy, deranged
Get them out, put them down because tomorrow you will be changed
Some days you won’t feel like writing.
But tomorrow you will.