If “just writ(ing) down what comes”
Is the cure for writer’s block;
I must relapse every other day.
The flow has yet to strike,
I hear of a non-discript ‘zone ‘
But, much like science fiction,
It has no address or code.
Thus, empty white electrons
Whose shine demands space,
Give me vertigo
Until blanketed
by the hollow black vomit
That slides into a thought
Or a memory.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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