Passion to Imagine

Tue, 07/09/2013 - 16:07 -- Tonya

  Staring at the blank paper in front of me, I think about what to write. If only my clouded mind could turn from being dark to light.


  Should I flow light a waterfall or bleed like an unclosed wound, why do I foolishly allow myself to be thrown into this caged room.


   When I clear my thoughts and unwind my mind, yes time begins to stop, pleasure causes my heart beat to drop, and my paper becomes illuminated with the passion to imagine.

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