My mind wonders belligerently;
Eyes piercing the page.
Words pouring profusely into a stream of
black ink, forming words that seep, deep
into the page.
Thoughts submerged in a mist of doubt;
clouding my creativity -- with an
imposing reality; a perfectionist chasing
perfection through the art of imperfection,
absent of clarity.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
My mind wonders belligerently;
Eyes piercing the page.
Words pouring profusely into a stream of
black ink, forming words that seep, deep
into the page.
Thoughts submerged in a mist of doubt;
clouding my creativity -- with an
imposing reality; a perfectionist chasing
perfection through the art of imperfection,
absent of clarity.
