Laying awake to sleep
causes fuzzy memories
to and fro to go
When my here become there
for anywhere
is my destination
or recollection
Let tomorrow be today
hereafter and neverafter
shout your words onto paper
to convince it otherwise
the ink will curdle
shade of blushing envy
bleeding through my fingers
permanent captured
The ink of a writer comes from the creative juices that live deep within the heart
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