Further into the slide of doom
my thoughts linger with the fog
of the morning tide -
I think I made you up
as I shut my eyes and let the
flashes of light dance freely.
I fancied the fog to reappear
to hover over my lost heart
wondering if the sun would ever return
I wonder if I was dreaming
or were you already there?
Did I forget your name as
the haze crawl’s across my eyes
Then I blink and see the night sun
gazing at me as I try to focus on the
lingering mist -
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Trust and faith are part of your creative life and persistence helps as well. Creativity wants to work through you and at some point you have to step a side to let imagination take over.
Writing is more than just putting words together to create a different world. Creativity is a way of life - sometimes you have to step out of the and let creativity take over.