I wish I could
write the way I think,
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I wish I could write
to the point of suffocation,
to the point where
people would call
me a drunkard.
I wish I could write to
my nervous breakdowns
And never stop
until I get satisfied.
I wish I could write
the way I think
and explore another
Dimensions.
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Thoughts
PoetryProse and poetry~ Because that is somehow the necessity of life after fiction.
