I miss when writing came easy,
When words flowed from my veins,
Falling into perfect lines,
Flowing into flawless sounds.
I miss when mind and body would meet,
When I could write as fast as my thoughts,
Pouring blues and reds to purple,
Painting pictures using only word.
I miss when my thoughts sung in tune with these hands…
a.l.c
Reblogged this on exulansis and commented:
Love this!
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Beautiful!
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I can so identify with this – beautiful piece!
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Thank you 😊
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You’re most welcome
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
If you write please come and enjoy – I Miss You My Friend
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Love this! It flowed flawlessly! ❤
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So powerful! Love this! ❤
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Ahhh I feel you. You need a muse for inspiration.
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I love this. I think all creatives feel this deeply. And, when we’re blocked or can’t find the seed of inspiration, it’s almost like being in mourning.
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Very true
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I can relate to this! Beautifully written.
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I can relate, although I’m not constant in my art. I write when I write, no attachment, no expectations. But sometimes I miss it.
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Beautiful ⚘
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