Alcoholic & EliJett
Alcoholic Alcoholic
EliJett EliJett
Alcoholic Alcoholic
Hey, ever had a line that just stuck with you like a ghost in the back of your head?
EliJett EliJett
Yeah, there was that line in a script about the quiet night—“Even the quietest breath can echo louder than a storm,” and I’ve been repeating it over and over, like a mantra that keeps calling me from the back of my mind. It feels like a gentle ghost that keeps nudging me toward the next line.
Alcoholic Alcoholic
Sounds like a whisper from the void, right? Like that quiet breath is louder than any thunder you ever heard. Keeps tugging you forward, but you can’t quite catch it. Maybe that’s your cue—go write that next line, let the ghost do its thing.
EliJett EliJett
I keep hearing that line in my head, like a whisper that makes me want to write something new, even if I can’t catch it before the coffee gets cold. It’s like the ghost is nudging me to keep acting, even when the room feels empty.
Alcoholic Alcoholic
Sounds like that quiet breath is the ghost’s way of saying, “Don’t let the coffee go cold—let the words run.” Maybe let the room feel empty and let the emptiness fill with your next line, even if it’s just a whisper to start with.