writing interrupted life interrupts the pen glorious, maddening how to take the sensations put them into words when there were no words for the best parts merely grunts and groans then eyes wide and quiet back to the pen are there rhymes for such times Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related