exulansis
writing, writing, and more writing.
I miss you my friend
Originally posted on pouringtruth:
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…
