February 13, 2011

I ceased to write and my mind went numb, fingers stiffened and sadness too. A feeling uncontrollable and worrisome. A creative sense that never wains. Clocks tic then tock. It's four in the morning a book in my hand. If I can't live mine - I will simply read theirs. Who lit this fuse? - jrgfeb2011

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