Run with me in my perpetual haste. Meander with me in my devious course. Wander with me in my desperate search. Slalom with me through my discordant vacillation. Wade with me through my hopeless misery. Sink with me in my unrequited love. Spin with me in my eddying emotion. Cruise with me through my youthful fantasy. Flow with me in my surging spontaneity. Swim with me in my divine euphony. Float with me in my phantasmal heaven. Whirl with me in my fragile bubble. Fly with me as I escape reality

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Writer's Block

You, amorphous world of words! Won't you simply devour me and hide me again in your fluid folds? I yearn for the delusion you offer, where imagery is all I need to brew up beauty, where brevity or verbosity is born of pure whim rather than stolen time.

Take me in again, won't you? Let me be rash. And my rashness won't matter, for a smattering of pretty words is all you will need to magically transform it into an artist's anger. It won't matter, my cruelty, for a well crafted metaphor is all you will demand to elevate it to righteousness.

Allow me again to be a denizen of your lush land of letters, where possibility bows to reality, where I can sieve gold dust even from the dourest reality. Allow me my aimless yet fervid meandering. Allow me my accurate yet tangential recitations.

Take my peace. Give me verse. Take my reason. Give me insanity. Take my solitude. Embrace me.

 
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