Editing my thoughts;
A spoonful of porridge in one hand,
a pen in the other
My two main forms of sustenance;
One for the body,
The other the mind
A bite turns into a meal,
A written word into an expression of 'soul'.
The primordial biological urge is constant
Without the food I would not have the strength to pick up the pen;
Without the pen I would have no desire to eat.
Their unison might be the only thing keeping me in motion
Long may it go on.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Editing my thoughts;
A spoonful of porridge in one hand,
a pen in the other
My two main forms of sustenance;
One for the body,
The other the mind
A bite turns into a meal,
A written word into an expression of 'soul'.
The primordial biological urge is constant
Without the food I would not have the strength to pick up the pen;
Without the pen I would have no desire to eat.
Their unison might be the only thing keeping me in motion
Long may it go on.
