My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Archive for the day “December 5, 2017”

Back to that old chestnut

Sleep no longer came around so often;

it shied away like some embarassed first date,

or a cat that slinks away under a moonlit sky,

or the thief leaving the scene of the crime.

Ah, fuck it!

There are still a million words to write.

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