hi. i'm maia. i was born in 1993. i'm a mother and a writer.

september 27, 2024

i couldn't sleep. i sat down to write, been meaning to for a while. i wanted to write for an hour. i made it twenty minutes. better than nothing, i suppose. twenty minutes and i managed a single paragraph. better than nothing.
here's what i got:
The sun was there in the sky but it wasn't felt. It was an early or a late summer day and the air moved around them, but just barely. They moved themselves in circles and in their movement the world stopped, appeared like heavy blue and green strokes smeared on canvas. Trying to catch up, time came back to them all at once and they would fall, laughing. Time moved like this, moved in fits or it didn't move at all.