It's been a while.
The usual didn't attract me like it once did.
Numb to feeling.
Waiting on emotions to poor.
The muse was a no show.
Nothing happened.
So I left.
Only to return.
To leave you, the ink, the pages, my heart....
I can't.
So here we go again..
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC
It's been a while.
The usual didn't attract me like it once did.
Numb to feeling.
Waiting on emotions to poor.
The muse was a no show.
Nothing happened.
So I left.
Only to return.
To leave you, the ink, the pages, my heart....
I can't.
So here we go again..
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