This need, this wanton desire to scribe--it won't go away--it gnaws upon this soul like a rabid beast. I can not evade it, nor avoid it, even when I use the strongest of my defensive, evasive techniques.
When I settle down to pen, and I place dripping ink to paper my heavy hand quivers like flesh being pierced. I become enveloped in wordlessness...What do you say when the absence of words and time suffocates you? You say "nothing", and go about your day-to-day routine. And I find myself here again, between rushing to work, chasing children, and sleeping.
The lady is still buried, beneath the sands of life. Occasionally, in five minute increments once in a 7 month period, she escapes.
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I challenge you to write a few lines on here each day, this is your creative outlet, much like my photography is mine. Soothing..
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