The words come. The days when your fingers can't keep up with the words your mind is forming. The days when everything is poetry and words are everywhere. The days when you need a pen next to you or some brilliant, beautiful words might escape the reaches of paper and be lost forever in the abyss of forgotten thoughts.
Until all the words are written and all the books are read, till all pens are put down I will write... even on the days when I have no words. Because what if I die before all my words are written?
aaaah this is so good Sara. I love it.. :)
ReplyDeleteand that is a question I have stuck by for many years. ;)
So good, Sara!!
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