I try to write,
Nothing comes out.
Perhaps it's mental drought? I'm out.
Or a bad reaction to all the hate.
So tired, getting late.
Not a broken heart or tortured soul as of late.
No tears or mocking my shitty fait. I wait.
All day and night,
But inspiration took flight.
Instead, I dance in the moonlight.
Mesmerised yet still can't write.
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I draw and play with pictures and words for a living. I love scuba diving, dance and really dark chocolate. With chilly. Or with crystallised ginger. mmmmmm.
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Comments & Feedback (16)
@Fly10 thank you for the repost. I was literally falling asleep while writing it. Hahahaha had a loooong tiring day of dance workshops.
@Weirdwolf hehehehe... If only you knew what π and YES symbolise to me right now.... (is it a sign?)
@Weirdwolf hehehehe if only you knew what π and YES! symbolise to me right now... (is it a sign? I wonder) Thanx for liking and sharing. I know you also like to dance in the moonlight πππ
@VikingHorn maybe you're right... I am enjoying my happy time, although I sometimes long for the sadness.. It's weird... I'm weird... I enjoy having my emotions deeply stirred and irritated. It makes me feel alive. Happiness doesn't quite do it for me in the same way.
@RichWithey if there was a ever an Opuss community get-together, it would only be fitting to have it outdoors, at night, under the moonlight, where we dance and sing the beautiful words that we all bring. @Seamonster
@Fly10 oh my feet are perfectly fine thank you π in fact my body feels great! We did body-isolation exercises. I really recommend to everyone!
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