Is it just me or are we writing ourselves in circles? Craving something new. We are all neighbors on this writer's block. Pack your journals for a new location. On our way out, as the city burns down... take notice as the children in their beds arise to hold the hands of the fallen.
She is three times the lady that I've ever had. That's the secret behind the fear in my eyes. Cubing the potential for loss and such. "Silly boy, isn't it time that you have a little faith in yourself?"
A flower is blooming in a vacant city. It's a place where words flow and imagination never peaks. It's a place that should be home. Let's bring ourselves there.
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We will forever be a community of writers asking you to fall in (love) or be taken (hostage.) We only want to make you smile, and encourage you to pick up the pen, or start using those fingers on your keyboard!
