Wednesday, January 15, 2014


it's a hell of a thing-
when it strikes,
like a bolt of lightning,
it jolts life back into this body,
into my mind,
suddenly I have hands incapable of keeping up
with racing thoughts,
where did this sudden urge come from?
days, weeks, months,
spent staring at a ceiling
curled up on this old futon
with no will to even try,
dams erected,
rivers ran dry,
creation had come to a halt,
solitude, although an attractive thought,
only helped build the blockade
to stop the flow,
it can be hard at times,
but I have to stop walling myself off
from the world,
my friends,
the ones who truly inspire me

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